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
peasant
I am poor and dirty. I hate that I am starving to death. I am a hard worker.
What? A talking mouse... Yeah. We're everywhere. In fact, we'll be taking over, soon. A silly mouse or mice taking over? No way. Not here! Just wait. You got the size, but we got the numbers. I will burn this place down with all of you in it! Like, you don't think we'll just run out through the sewer pipes? The end is near. Face it. Deal. Not without losing most of your army first. The pipes will burst!  We can swim. We're really hard to kill. We're cockroaches. Humans on the other hand, easy. Rats swim? What a funny thing... I will find a way to kill you all! You need to recognize your limits. Typical human arrogance. You are a mouse... you are a bit to arrogant for your size. You are not match for our force and army.  We'll see. I'm outta here. Preparations and all that.