Bragi was in something of a reverie as he wandered, reading stone after stone, this one granite, that one some kind of browner rock, this one of a beloved grandmother, that one of a gentleman who had passed away only last year...

"Oh, I'm so sorry madam", he gasped as he almost bumped into a lady with long brown hair. She looked solemn, perhaps frowning. "Erm, that is, sorry both for - for your loss and for almost bumping into you..."