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
gravedigger
bat
I am a bat.  I am a nocturnal animal that sleeps upside down.  I am feared because of superstition and ignorance.  I mostly eat berries and insects and do not attach people.