Grave Yard

 Oh wow! They're ALL gone. There's not a one left in its grave! - Arrow

Wot is this place?- Rogue

Is where Beauty n I puts the corpses wots get caught on Ogre's Thorns in the Briarwood. - A

These r graves? Serious? The Bramblewood produces this many dead? N where'd they go? - R

This is the origin of your Walkers. - Berin

Wot? How's that? - R

They's those from away who hear's rumors of Beauty n wealth n tries to get thru the Hedge to wot ever they thinks is behind it. Ogre's Thorn's has a way a tellin' 'em no. Beauty n I r charged with removin' the bodies what gets skewered on them deadly thorns. N here's where we bury 'em. But they don't always stays put. Wot comes back up is ur Ghost Walker. - A

Sheite! But there's no way. I'd a seen u girls tryin' to haul off this many corpses! - R

You are just lately come to this place, Rogue, and you've spent most of that time training with me. You know what Walkers are and how to fight them but their origin has not been general knowledge. - B

N u don't think that was critical info for me? - R

Need to know, only. - B

Riiiight. Still a lot a graves here. Not adding up, eh? How long this bin goin' on? N don't b lookin' at each other like u's got sheite to hide!- R

Huh. Long Bow. Your call... - B

*sigh*... 'Bout a hundred years, give or take. - A

U sheitin' me. - R

She's not. Ogre was granted territory n status for Beauty's protection just over a hundred years ago. Arrow's been there from the start. It took the Ogre less than a decade to weave the Bramble. Aelf and Fae are immune but have no interest in Beauty or her oddness. Those born behind the Bramble n others like yourself who work and protect are inoculated. And you know the penalties for betrayal. They were listed in your contract. But the outsiders? The thorn's poison kills but won't let you die. Or live. They don't stay in the ground forever. And what comes up is a desperate thing. - B

I can't believe it! - R

You better sit. You don't look so good. Arrow, take his other arm, help him down. - B

Lord of Sanctuary. I can't believe it! All this time! -R

Wot? - A

All this time n I've been puttin' the make on someone who could b my great-great grandmother!! - R

Ow!! Y u smackin' me? - R

Cuz ur an Ass!! Never have we ever had this many dead out Walking. Ever!! That is huge! THAT is serious sheite! N all u can lite on in this parley is my age?! Freakin' baby, u! - A

Apparently, I am. Gonna have to start callin' u Nan. - R

I have not, nor will I ever b anyone's Granny, n certainly not urs! - A

I think u'd make n awesome Granny! - R

Children! Please! Stop. Arrow's right. Something is off the mark, badly. We'll have to tell the Ogre. ...And Counsel. - B

Sheite... - A and R