Karl Lambert had left him the cemetery to work with, and so Edwin made good use of it. All the lingering souls in the cemetery were woven into a barrier that crisscrossed Duria.
Should people see it, they will go into a panic. It was a malevolent thing, that barrier. But he kept it invisible and silent. He rested on a grave. A blanket under him was keeping him warm, and Hadrian next to him was keeping him from darker thoughts.
"And then I said: Maybe I stole it, maybe I didn't! Where is your proof? And the lady threw me out of the castle like I was a dirty puppy. She didn't even check in my boots!" Hadrian laughed as he wiggled his foot.
"And how did you go around with a statuette in your boot?" Edwin's curiosity was having the best of him. Hadrian's stories were each more outlandish than the last.
