Stefan wondered why he was doing what he was doing only briefly as he took a shovel in his hand and began a slow walk towards the graveyard. His thoughts were rather sluggish today, whether from the ale from the night before or his early rise that morning he was uncertain. Perhaps a combination of both he concluded as a light laugh escaped him. He clutches the spade tighter in his dark leather gloved hand as he neared the yard, his eyes instantly searching for a free patch of earth. His mood suddenly changing to a more serious one, as was quite common for it to do, yet possibly unknown even by his closest of friends. A suitable spot finally caught his dark gaze as his eyes locked onto a patch of earth up in the far top left corner. He approached it slowly, thrusting the shovel into the soft earth after the heavy rain earlier on that day. After a good while his back soon ached, and face soon riddled with many beads of sweat, stands of hair stuck to his cheek and brow. The hole was deep. Deep enough he though as he climbed back out again, observing his work one last time before bringing the spade up to rest over the back of both his shoulders. He uttered a few words as he proceeded back in the direction he had come.
"Never thought I’d be digging ~your~ grave Colin..."
Open grave.
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