"We are gathered here today in loving memory of our dear friend, (insert name here).

The villagers of Auctor were gathered in the memorial to say goodbye to one of the remaining founders.

The men stood nearby the casket while the women brought flowers.

"How could this have happened. (He/She/They) were find yesterday." One of the villagers said.

"I found something." Adelaide whispered to Quinn.
"What is it?" Quinn asked.

From the looks of it, it was a stone with crypted language.

"Maybe Marie knows what it is."