"I've heard of this place, actually. The toy cemetery--children in town dare one another to come out here as a sort of test of bravery."

Shiroe made some effort to appear more normal today--he's wearing a dark turtleneck and green pants, a boxy bag sitting at his hip. But he's also wearing a computer mouse around his neck, the cord knotted to keep it out of the way. He's nervy, not touching anything and occasionally checking a local area map on his ADI-issued phone.

"I'm not sure I recommend changing anything without knowing more about it. Even if it's not bespelled, it could have an ill effect."

Glancing around the area, a bit of a frown develops on his face. "Unrelated to the toys, do you have any liquor on you?"