[Late into the night, a small group may be seen assembling by a row of gravestones. Headed by an Anchorite in green, the priestess of Ezra was seen lofting a censer, circling the grave, and sprinkling holy water upon the grounds as part of a sacred rite.
Yet after its conclusion, something emerged from the darkness, towering and carrying with it the stench of death and stagnant water. This stranger traded words with the small group, and the Anchorite grew increasingly furious as the conversation progressed. Finally, a black cloud of rot and muck spread through the air to cover the death-touched figure's escape. The robed servant of Ezra could be heard shouting an ultimatum into the trees. The stranger was not seen again that night.
The miasma of detritus and decay thin and dissolved, and the stench the mysterious creature brought with it inevitably faded. However, the faint smell of incense still lingers about the area, surrounding the graves like a cloud.]