Moss now grows across what was once a red painted wooden shed, standing in the area just outside the graveyard. The wood shed is splintering, and there is evidence that termites have eaten away at the walls as holes poke through the shed. Inside the shed there lies leaves and plants that have been dragged in their by the wild animals that at one point called the abandoned shed their home.
Abandoned workers shed, Graveyard
gardener
leader
I direct others that are subordinates. I am confident and others look up to me. I lead people into battle.
Hello, garderner. This shed is in terrible condition.  Aye, a right cleanin' and fixin' is what it needs, no ifs or buts about it.  What would you like me to tackle first dear leader? We need to get rid of this moss first. I want to fix this shed, it's a waste to let it die. My soldiers can use this a resting station when we march out in the next spring.  *Begins working on cleaning the Moss*  Oh how lucky you is sir!  Why I was tellin' Alice just the other day - love of me life she is - that any service in the name of the King is service worth doing.  I should so love to find meself in the King's service sir . . . ah, but me commitments at home do prevent it. It does not appear strange that you do not spend much time here. Given the quality of this place, I'm surprised you are even here right now. Well Sir, me Tomatoes is almost ripe, and I do loves me some tomato Harvestin' - why just the other day Alic was sayin' to me, why those tomatoes are nearly ripe, yes she did, and I said yes they are, not two sundays left till harvest time.  *finishes with the moss*  The folks in the village have been saying there have been some mighty queer goings on in the graveyard these days, might be why the shed was neglected sir?  The graveyard, you say? Perhaps the wild animals that once called this shed their home has found a new caretaker. Speaking of which... Your caretaker, Alice. Where is she now?  Oh, me Alice!  Love of me life she is!  She be fishmongerin' in Chesterwick village on Mondays, Presterwick on Tuesdays, and Easterwick on Wednesdays.  Why did I ever tell you sir, about how fish sauce can be used with tomatoes?  Why utterly divine sir!  Though me Alice says it stinks enough to scare the devil . . . why I just happen to have some with me lunch here sir!  Should I use some on the shed to keep the animals away-like? My dear friend, how funny you are! You do seem to be in great spirits despite the troubles of war I hear whispering throughout the village. I believe my scouts will be going throughout the city to help my people.  Why Sir!  Your shield must have slipped from yer arm it did!  Musn't let the sigil of the king get all mussed with moss now!  *wipes vigorously with spit and great zeal* Much better now sir!  I can sees me teeth in the shine, or at least those of 'em that are still left.  Who be the King fightin' with these days?  I bet you'll be given' thems a good drubbin' won't you sir? Those terrible YellowCoats have begun to pillage the nearby towns. Not quite far from here, my scouts returned with a spy. Of course, I am letting you know for I fear some of they may be prominent figures in your village now. That shield serves me a reminder that I protect the people. It does me a great honor that you care for it so deeply.  Why thank you Sir!  I promise, me an' Alice will be on the lookout for these Yellowcoat dastards, on me honour Sir.  My service has been pledge to you an' the King, and I would not be caught dead dealing with likes o' them.  Why, if it pleases you sir, I shall spit on everything yellow on me way home tonight.