Bones and coffins are as far as the eye can see. Rats scurry too and fro as they nibble on the desiccated remains. The coffins that are still intact are all open from grave robbers that visited long ago. A smell of mothballs pervades the air.
inside temple crypt, Inside Temple
robber
bandit
I can't wait to rob the king. I am eager and impatient. I love spending my days in the forest, waiting.
Certainly there must be something of value here? There must be something left.  Most of these crypts seems to have already been opened, but maybe they left something behind. Usually there is always something of value in places such as this, I mean most would not come here. You have to admit the curse what pretty bad.  "Abandon hope all ye who enter here, for . . ."  What came after that bit? I never learned how to read. Ah . . . it was something something " . . . and your manliness will wither, thy seed shall perish, and you will know the torment of a thousand demons."  Something similar at any rate. Well...that sure seemed to escalate quickly. I would like to keep my seed intact. Well, if the curse said  Are you okay you stopped mid sentence? Sorry . . .I thought I felt a withering, but I think I'm fine now.  Sorry - but if the curse said"All ye who enter here will feel mildly uncomfortable," well, that would hardly dissuade anyone would it? That would depend, the current generation is quite capable of melting just like snowflakes from the littlest of thing.l True enough, there is little that can be done for those that tremble at the thought of the slightest discomfort.