The cemetery is a brooding ground with dark colors and low light. The grounds smell of water and are constantly damp. Rain falls upon the cemetery often.
Cemetery, Wasteland
ghost
queen
I am the queen of the land. Other women constantly defer to me. I am respected for my grace and wisdom.
Ah, ghost. Do I happen to know your identity? I do not recognize who you are.  I know a great many things, and can guess a great many others. Well, I'm not surprised. I sense you have a lot to share. Do you mean to give me some insight? And what insight do you seek?  Do you suppose the dead can see the future? I came here to see a very old friend. But it seems he is not around. Asor the future, there are some who can see it. But they are often tough to communicate with. I have not seen anyone here in a great while.  And I am no seer. Ah. I suppose he didn't make it. I appreciate the information, ghost.  What realm do you rule in? Whatever do you even mean, ghost? I am the queen of Viona. You recognized me, didn't you? Only that you are a Queen.  I am quite unaware of the goings on in the world of the living. True. I guess I expected a lot. But I guess I'll need to go since he is not going to be coming at all tonight. Do you have any message for this "old friend", if he should arrive?