Two-and-a-half walls of the finest, whitest stone stand here, weathered by the passing of countless seasons. There is no roof, nor sign that there ever was one. All indications are that the work was abruptly abandoned. There is no door, nor markings on the walls. Nor is there any indication that any coffin has ever lain here... yet.
An Unfinished Mausoleum, Graveyard
bat
thief
I live alone in a tent in the woods. I steal food from the townspeople and coal from the blacksmith. The village police can not find me to put me in jail.
Oh no you don't, winged rat! I stole that and i am going to eat it!  Too late.  That sure was tasty!  Catch me if you can! Now my dinner is inside you! There is only one thing to do  The one thing I'm gonna do is get desert! Mine! Don't you dare!  Don't make me do this!  Don't make this harder than it needs to be. You know I have a knife, right?  I'm much too fast for such a ancient weapon!  You'll need to try harder than that. Now I feel guilty for hitting a poor peasant when it was a bat who mugged me. Unless you are together?  No I want his food as much as I want yours! You're being something of a nuisance you know ..  Here you want your scraps back?  I don't like the skin.