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The graves stood out like a sore thumb. The bottom of Mead was emptier than a bandit's heart, barren and dull save for a few distinct beacons. The Bard scaled the slopes, clambering the rocks and crooning past the line that the graves marked. What he saw shook his heart to the core; and this was the man who'd stared Gods in the eye and laughed.

Description
The graves stood out like a sore thumb. The bottom of Mead was emptier than a bandit's heart, barren and dull save for a few distinct beacons. The Bard scaled the slopes, clambering the rocks and crooning past the line that the graves marked. What he saw shook his heart to the core; and this was the man who'd stared Gods in the eye and laughed.