Role

Chapter 2

The Galadon Cemetery has been very busy lately. An abnormal flow of
bodies has arrived, but not old or sick people. Instead of that,
young people suffering brutal deaths, fire...

Many arrive still in their uniform, with the famous blue circle of
the Galadon Guard. Buried practically as indigents. The Spire in the
past, was more careful with its members, but these days, it seems to
forget too quickly about those who gave their lives for the law.

In the mean time, I have watched from afar. Smoke crossing the air
and the soot falling slowly over the old tombstones in the cemetery.
Distant screams, suddenly silenced. Fire and chaos daily erode and
destroy Galadon. The Spire's Magistrates have difficulty maintaining
order and law within the walls of the city.

With my foot resting on a shovel, I look at the freshly dug grave and
think. Could I do anything about it? Galadon is my hometown, and it
has always been my home. Would a gravedigger be of use to the Spire?

Gently settling the body of a still very young guard in the pit, I'm
sure that's not right. My doubts will dissipate for the foreseeable
future, as my wish at this point is to become a Tribunal and start
treating it's, no, our dead with more respect.