Meskhenet walked up the path to the house. Her flight had been late to Calrose, a town forty miles from Mortum due to a horrible storm the night before.The ground was still wet and it was a very grey gloomy day. She was about to go up to the house and knock to ask about helping with GHOST, but a path leading around the house toward the back of the glade caught her eye.

She followed the path to an old private cemetery. She began examining the stones, which for some reason looked almost new, despite it having been nearly three hundred years for all of them. But there was no mistaking that the stones had been made three hundred years ago.



There were also many slave stones which ended in 1666. Meskhenet lost herself in her thoughts.