Aelys, Quentan, Innoki, Timo and Aesa quickly arrange themselves around the coffin; the two elves, half-elf and human taking the  points of the side, Quentan serving in front to guide the procession. The graveyard is stretches out just outside town, set in the moors that surround Ustalav's rivers and streams. The paths are gravelled white, the headstones range from simple slabs of granite to ornately carved marble, according to the means and desires of each family. Even on a warm, sunny day like this, the sodden, water-logged soil is slow to warm, and thin wisps of fog drift among the heather and the headstones.<br/><br/>Professor Lorrimor's grave site, Kendra explains as you all walk (or ride) along the path, is near the back of the graveyard, near the intersection of the Black Path and the Eversleep. The somber procession has almost reached that intersection when the way is blocked by a good dozen of what appears to be farm hands, peasants and other land- and lordless lowlife. "That's far enough." Their leader bellows. "We been talkin', an' we don' want no graverobber buried in the Restlands. Ye can take the sod upriver an' bury 'im there."<br/><br/>(( This scene is time-dependent. Independent of responses, I will move things on Tuesday night to reflect that. ))