The Cemetery stands in a middling quarter of the city, a patch of untended scrub and uneven ground. Grave-markers are scattered across it, some few headstones yet standing, and the whole wears a neglected air — a thing at odds with the manner of many a Muslim burial-ground, which commonly keeps no headstones at all. The place is dark and hushed, above all by night, its stillness broken now and again by a faint chittering from some hidden creature.
Small and mischievous beings, the Scavengers, make their home in the Cemetery. They are much taken with offerings of baklava and sweetmeats, and it was over such treats that they told of their misfortune — a witch who has seized their tree, two hills distant — and asked, in exchange, for cups to drink from. The cemetery proved a place of some consequence to these creatures, binding their mischief to the larger tale of the Invisible Attacker and the restoring of their home.