Part 3: Rumors...

Letty, Grim, and Blande were distressed that the rats they'd killed and stored overnight... had gone missing! They were going to sell these rats to the meat man, who was going to cook them up into his famous kebabs.
 
A morning regular, fresh from working the graveyard shift, (he was the town gravedigger, you see), spoke up over his four empty pints of ale... "Missin' rats ya say? Lots of dead things gone missin' lately. Was it grave robbers? Maybe... oi've heard rumors of something more... necromantic. Ain't no proof, of course."
 
"Plus!" interjected Letty, "we haven't seen necromancy in Jeeje for 200 years, since the purge!"
 
"Since the purge..." agreed the gravedigger quietly. "So it's probably not no necromancy, but what do I know?" He looked wistfully over his half-empty fifth pint of ale and continued, "Just the ramblings of an old dirt thrower." (He was actually just 12 years old, a common gravediggin' age in this society).