You are standing on a path in the middle of the graveyard of

Silvermere. Headstones line the path to either side, vanishing into

the opalescent white mist shrouding the area. Clammy tendrils of this

shimmering mist curl around your ankles, chilling you to the bone, and

the mournful howl of the wind makes you uneasy. A massive stone tomb

stands to the north, its carved doors shut tight. There is a distinct

foreboding aura about the tomb.