Dim and low lit. The aura from this cemetery emits sadness and pain perpetually. You can feel and sense the eerie nature of the graveyard crawl up your spine. There seems to be a slight fog slowly making its way across the open parts of the cemetery.
Cemetery, Graveyard
crow
chilling wind or voice
I am the voice that men fear. I am the voice that the king hears every night, telling him to be a cruel ruler and to go to war. I enjoy being evil and creating chaos for the kingdom.
You will do my bidding tonight, Crow.  I have a job that requires your skills. CAWCAWWWW, What do you need my to do? The king lies awake fearing his enemies.  His window is open.  I want you to fly up and perch on his window sill. CAWWCAWWW, I can do this. CAWCAWWWW.  I know you can.  The sight of your shadowy figure haunting his window will send him into a fit. CAWCAWWWW, why are we doing this to the king? CAWCAWWWW I have been waging a war of the mind on the king for many years.  He is on the edge of madness and I intend to push him beyond that edge tonight.  Soon a dark force will rule this kingdom. CAWCAWWW anyway we could possess him to come down to the cemetery? CAWWCAWWW For what purpose, crow?  Have you an idea? CAWWCAWWW look how eerie and scary this place is CAWWCAWWW Say he awoke from a dream, and was here? CAWCAWWW I like this idea.  The terror will surely overcome his senses. CAWWWCAWWWW It is about time for me to stare at him through his window CAWWCAWWWWW