<sup><strong><span class="bbc_u">The Graveyard</span></strong></sup><br/><br/>The elven witch reaches out and takes the sprig from the beak of her companion thrush.     Slowly rotating it in her hand, she would study and examined the herb.   Calling upon her learned knowledge.   She would begin to narrow down what herb it is,  as she began to go through her list of herbs within her mind.<br/><br/><sup><strong>knowledge nature roll</strong></sup><br/>At 2011-07-02 00:29:22, Irriaka (uid: 714) rolls: 1d20a8 Result: 13 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=28676)<br/><br/>Why were the graves disturbed.    It seems she has just missed the priest.   Perhaps tomorrow would provide another opportunity.    One where she will either be waiting or follow the priest back to the graveyard.   For now she would head back to the temple.<br/><br/>With that thought, twig in hand as she continued to ponder what type of herb it is.  She would begin to make her way back to the temple.   The plump small colorful thrush would hover overhead following her back.