Grateful when Ianchus finally stops staring at him -- he is painfully aware of how he looks and that terrible, black stain across his tabard, thank you very much -- Carlisle answers his question.

"The Memorial Garden." He gestures to the markers, each one engraved with names and symbols representative of someone now gone. "For the lost and the departed from this place. May they have returned to better worlds and times than these."

He knows he certainly won't.