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
chilling wind or voice
crow
I love to fly.  I scare many animals and people as well even if I do not meant to. I love flying as a group.
Caw caw! This cemetery is just the place for a chilling wind like you! You do not fear my foreboding voice, crow?  Cawww! I fear nothing. I've seen death many times, yet my heart still beats. Men cower when I make my presence known. Their minds are so easily broken.  Perhaps men fear you, but I am not a man. I fear nothing. I live here in this withered oak, amongst the bodies in this cemetery. You are lucky, crow. One whisper of mine can turn even the mighty into cowards.  I thought you were here to scare away that bandit that keeps stealing bodies.  Where is this bandit? I'm always up to torment unworthy men.  I believe I see him over there, deep in the fog. You can just see his lantern.  Thank you, crow. What evil shall I deliver onto this poor bandit?  As a disembodied voice, I suppose you cannot do him physical harm, but you can haunt his thoughts. Fill his mind with fear! I love sowing chaos into their minds. I can make him believe the dead are out to get him!