[The person approaching Lucina is a cowboy, albeit a short and wiry one, with his purple hair pulled back, and obviously considering the words he's overheard. A plague? Could be, to make this many graves. Its the kind of graveyard you'd spect from a vast city, not a meager little village like this one.
But if that's the case, where are the rest of the buildings? Those don't just go away.]
Reckon there's more graves here than there've ever been people in this place.
Memories
[The person approaching Lucina is a cowboy, albeit a short and wiry one, with his purple hair pulled back, and obviously considering the words he's overheard. A plague? Could be, to make this many graves. Its the kind of graveyard you'd spect from a vast city, not a meager little village like this one.
But if that's the case, where are the rest of the buildings? Those don't just go away.]
Reckon there's more graves here than there've ever been people in this place.