"Not that I'm aware of. I don't think we've had much in the way of deaths, though I'm sure there's been a few." That was one of the aspects Damon didn't bother himself with. The dead were dead and but for the rare few occasions they refused to stay that way, he gave no shits about what happened afterwards. He called Fernando over and asked him the same question and the guard lifted his head, looking out the way that the shrine to the Black Shuck was. "There's a small one so far, my lord. Not many of ours have passed since we've set up here, but there was a place set out beyond the shrine for those who needed it."

Not that it mattered. It was only the unmarked graves being despoiled, not the marked ones. Of course, they couldn't know that, so Damon decided it best to make sure. There was a moment of concentration, a small frown on his face as he sent out a thought to his familiar, something he was getting better at utilizing lately. "She'll scout it out and let us know if we need to head that way. I suppose," he said, grinning over at Javik, "that you've earned yourself room and board for the night. Work up an appetite?"