To be entirely fair to John, Palamedes once called the graveyard death-y; in comparison can you feel the skeletons is a lot more precise.

Pal begins to smile as well, though his expression falters slightly as the man's eclipse-like eyes suddenly bore into him. It's almost enough to make him hesitate--but it's not like anyone can help what their eyes look like, right?

He brushes himself off as he stands. "I would say that I can sense the presence of buried organic material consisting of a mix of protein, collagen, calcium, and phosphorus. But that's just a fancy way of saying 'bones.'" This time he does smile, awed and hopeful. Nearly everyone in town can tap into some ability or other, but none of them have described anything so familiar as this. "You really can sense it?"