A cold wind blows through the small decrepit graveyard in front of the church. Shutters and other loose neglected ad to the mood of death and decay.
Outside Church, Outside Church
hoakbera
maid
I am a a maid in the Queen's chambers. I dust the furniture and wash her linens daily. I envy the Queen's wealth and admire her beauty. I desire to be just like her someday. I practice my cruelty on the other maid servants in the castle.
I am a maid and I clean the Queen's chambers. Who and what exactly are you?  I am a magical Hoakbera. I have magical powers that influence nature and allow me to see into the future. What brings you to this graveyard?