Not far away, Burgus sees a small child sitting crouched next to a tombstone. The child is dressed in rags and is rather thin and elfin in features. It is, after a moment, Burgus decides, a young female child, perhaps nine years old. She turns as Burgus approaches and begins to smile.
“I’m hungry,” she says mournfully, but with that smile, innocent smile. Her face is almost angelic as the smile grows bigger. Burgus’ companion comes up behind him as the child speaks, peering to see what is going on.