<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/e4/3e/3a/e43e3a6106d104b673cedaf9c6ee940b.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Caretaker</span></strong></span><br/>Unknowna<br/><hr/><br/>The Caretaker listened, but he listened most strangely.  For it was as if he was listening to something very far away, and it could scarcely be heard.  When Shara finished speaking, there was silence for a long time, and the caretaker simply continued digging.  But then, he said...<br/><br/>"We will meet again soon," he responded.<br/><br/>The grave markers were not all elaborate.  Some were simple rocks that had been polished on a wheel on one side.  Some were tombs, and these tombs had the names of numerous officers.<br/><br/>"Capt. Deron Tyrol, of the Lion's Tooth Isles, lies here, pierced by a giant scorpion."<br/><br/>"Capt. Lovell Hurn, of Tyre, lies here, defleshed by a host of dire bats."<br/><br/>"Capt. Gerney Zarkand, of the Elven Kingdoms, lies here, felled by the Rakshasa."<br/><br/>And so on and so on it went, with the causes of death always inscribed, for none would come to these graves to regret the loss of the dead.  They would only stand over their doomed holes and wonder at how they perished.  And here, on the DARK CONTINENT, these markers would serve as a warning, too.