Broken stones and a iron gate closing the entrance with a name placard that the name is worn off.
Old Crypt, Graveyard
a general defending the tower
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.
How many more men must I bury before this blasted war ends? Hopefully no more. The graveyard is falling apart. Well, with all funds being diverted to the war effort, it's not much of a surprise is it? We just have to do the best we can to give the fallen some dignity. Ah, Billy Sprouts.  Fastest lad in the village.  Not fast enough to outrace arrows apparently. Too many young men have give their lives for this country. Aye, and have ye ever lost anyone close? My son is still to young to be a soldier and I hope this war ends before he's old enough. Well, it have been what, near twenty years already?  Good business for me, but not for the Kingdom I daresay. You're nearly running out of room though. Aye, soon we'll have to be doubling up.  Not right, but the neighbours won't give up any more land for burials. I'll have to speak to the king about seizing their land and giving them a fair payment.