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
thief
mouse
I am a brown mouse. I live in a barn with my best friend, Horse. I like to hide from him in the hay.
Squeek. *I blend right in with the white marble. Maybe now I can get some sleep.* ahh a mouse? i shall leave you be as i take these things Eep! *Aw man busted. Wait, what's a human doing in the graveyard?* im here to take whats given to the dead Squeek, squeek? *Hey, do I smell dinner scraps in your pocket?* stop bothering me and let me steal them Squeak! *Sweet! Dinner!* good now i can get to work Squeak. *I'm gonna study this guy. Maybe learn some fancy pickpocket moves.* i dont think a mouse could pull it off Squeak. *Hey, mice are plenty nimble. And good at hiding.* yes but you have no strength