A large grassy section of field with headstones and primitive wooden crosses.  Flowers adorn some of the graves from loved ones.  Wooden fences enclose the area.
Graveyard, Outside Church
grim reaper
gravedigger
I am low paid labor in this town. I do a job that many people shun because of my contact with death. I am very lonely and wish I had someone to talk to who isn't dead.
You bet!  I should buy you a beer, you have really kept my family fed! I have always admired your work, each grave exactly 6 feet deep.  Why do you take such care for those who cannot thank you? Well, me father always said - if you are asked to do a job, do it well.  And I've always tried to live by that. I remember your father.  He was a good man, by your human standards.  I also remember that I had call to take others from you as well.   Yes, me mum was hit by the drunk in the runaway cart, me brother was killed by orcs who turned his skin into a cape, and me sister was the first to catch what would later be called the Great Plague.  All in all, it could certainly have been worse. And...a daughter as well? Oh yes, I plum forgot about Millie!  Killed in an orcish raid.  Took down twenty eight of the greenskins with only a frying pan!  Sad day for me, but must have been a good one for you. Yes, orcs are part of the business I suppose.  I don't spend too much time worrying about them though.  I most enjoy my work among you humans.  Your depth of emotion in the final moments is most satisfying. And if you don't mind me asking sir, how did you get into this whole reaping business? How do most supernatural beings come about..conjured up by the earth spirits or the combined energies of those who fear me.  All I know is that I was not and then the next instant I was. Interesting . . . do ye have need of an apprentice? No, I have come to you for another reason.  That is a fine hole you have dug.