Deirdre’s Field is where Saj-graf buries their dead. The field was originally used by a long forgotten goddess of the same name. As the city grew the goddess was forgotten, but the field’s use continued. The place is poorly maintained as most of the city has little use for the dead in their current state. The cemetery is bordered in bamboo like grass obscuring most of it from view with an occasional tree in the acreage. Burials were only done once a week, almost all during the day.
This evening Crevan lays to rest the body of a Captain Hernando. He was found on the docks near his ship by the longshoremen unloading his vessel. He died from a cut along the gut where he bled out. Volka had instructed him to do burials at night as it let the spirit know it was time to rest. Being a man of the sea, Crevan buried Hernando near the river that ran through the Deirdre’s Field. The presence of water would remind Hernando of happy memories.
Crevan had spent the afternoon preparing the body while the hired diggers had cleared out the hole. Tomorrow they would pile the dirt back on for him. Crevan was one of ten who were commissioned by the city to see that the dead were handled when there was no one else to handle the arrangements. It had come with the job from Volka. The others were volunteers of religious orders, one from the Ardent Order, another nominated among the noble houses, and one from the town guard.
The following morning, there would probably be someone who came by to morn, either a friend or associate delayed in learning of the passing. The grave itself would be marked with a wood sign, if Hernando had any wealth or connections it would receive a better marker. Crevan guessed it would end up like many of the graves and all there would be is a stump of a sign in a few weeks.
Theft was rampant in Deirdre’s field, with the size of the place. The town guard would not patrol the land as they saw it as a waste of resources and the nobles were inclined to agree. The nobles themselves usually were not buried in the field as they had their tombs elsewhere and better guarded. Occasionally families would post a guard over their newly deceased, but the thieves knew it was only a matter of time till the family lost interest and the grave was ripe for picking. The only graves untouched were those that were protected by wards of an enchanter. Few and far between, the veterans of the trade knew which graves not to touch. Those new to the craft sometimes learned quickly why the grave was left alone.