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
mouse
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.
Here, little mouse, do you like meat? *Squeek* *Nibble* That's better, you needed that more than those townsfolk. I wonder how we ended up here, and who is yonder peasant? *Squeeeeek*? Well said, I agree wholeheartedly! *Speaking with mouth full of potato* So, do you live here? Yes, I live here, uh, I mean *Squeek* (oh, darn, gave myself away) *Drops coal in surprise* Well, so long as you're not the village police in disguise... Where are you from? From a land far, far away. Now, I live alone in a tent in the woods, and relieve townsfolk of their worldly cares. So, how did a talking mouse wind up in An Unfinished Mausoleum with a mute peasant? How do you know that I'm not the mute one, and the peasant isn't a ventriloquist?  Well, if that be the case, then how do you do Monsieur Ventriloquist, or is it Madam? As a proprietor of others' property, I shall respect your right not to answer prying questions. No, a Ventriloquist is someone who ... oh, never mind, you'd never get it ...