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
magical being
a steward
I live to serve my lord. Constantly he asks for tea or me to bring a horse around. At least I don't have to do much more than that typically.
Ahhhhh.  Where did you come from? Be quiet Human. I'm always here. Why are you here? I'm just bringing my masters horse around.  Why are you always here? It's cold like me. It's usually quiet here until you ventured in here.  Sorry about that.  I didn't mean to stumble into your world.  Am I dead? Not yet. Do you wish to be?  I don't think so, although it gets tiresome fetching tea and horses for my master sometimes. Would you like me to help you become your own master?