Approaching the cemetery, the riven shook his head in disappointment. Trash littered the grounds, the charred logs of campfires were scattered haphazardly among the graves, and several tombstones were knocked over, some even broken in several pieces. "What a shame. So far the best part of this new town and yet it stands here in shambles," Pelle ranted to himself. He nudged a partially burned log with his foot, collapsing the rest of the once fire. He sighed to himself yet again before pulling his sleeves up slightly, revealing long stitches branching up his arm. He set himself to work, trying to straighten out the yard the best he could.