There's always fog rolling in this time of year, and the giant black hound wanders the headstones just as he does, her green eyes almost glowing in the darkness, watching him with interest. She's seen him at the enforcers office, though he probably wouldn't recognize her now, many don't.

She steps out from behind the well and into his sightline.

Greetings. her voice rings in his head. What brings you here so late?