Now, it was by perfect chance that Cara was in this civilisation. It was not like her. She preferred the wilds, untamed, and green. It was not in her nature to be in a town at all. And it showed. For Cara was constantly nervous. She had abandoned her coat outside of town, and even let her hair go free, in an attempt to at least look different. Still, though, she hated this place. Every fibre of her being told her that it was not a good idea to remain. To even visit. To even think about visiting.
Yet, here she was. What an unfortunate circumstance she had gotten herself into.
It didn't matter, though, what Cara's opinions were. She was far too absorbed in watching someone else. Peeking from around the corner, standing at the threshold, silently watching the necromancer raise the dead. She despised this. There was nothing she could do, though, but watch. Cara carefully moved closer to the graveyard, to get a better view.
