Repose

The rumors that had been swirling around the town had Rey intrigued, if not mildly disturbed. The origin of the rumors was unclear, but everyone was buzzing with one story or another. The ones that had come to her own ears were disturbing, but she doubted they were true. A little research suggested an easy way to find out that didn't involve what sounded like blackmail through the forums. That was why Rey found herself tromping through the December night in the town cemetery, looking for someone who might be a violent criminal, or a demon, or, more likely, a stranger about whom someone was ginning up unpleasant tales.

As she moved, she spread her awareness through the area, feeling both for the living--the creatures and plants, mostly--and, should they be present in this place, the dead. And, if there was anyone else who didn't really belong out here, Rey wanted to know before they showed up and tried to do something unpleasant to her. She had a walking stick with her and knew how to use it, but she'd just as soon avoid the issue altogether if she could.