Hunched over at one of the many graves there in the Grand Necropolis, Emmrich Volkarin was hard at work cleansing the wisps in the area. They were agitated, and it was his duty as a member of the Mourn Watch to put them at ease.

Surrounded with an eerie green glow, the lanterns in the graveyard lit with verdant fire, he lovingly placed a few lilies on the graves. They would always be cared for and remembered, so long as he was there to care for them.

“There, that should do it,” he said as he stood, but jumped in surprise once he heard you approach.

“My apologies. I wasn’t expecting company.”