Kalhrem had inherited the duty of town watch from her father, who had inherited it from his mother, who had inherited it from her mother, who had inherited it from her father, who was so committed to the job his skull was still set up in watch near the gate.

Not that his ghost ever bothered to show up to take over a shift.

Not that his ghost could keep watch over anything meaningfully.

Not that anything happened here.

Not that most people in the town were alive to begin with.

Honestly living in a literal ghost-town was about as pleasant as sitting butt-first in old pond water.