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
peasant
gravedigger
I am low paid labor in this town. I do a job that many people shun because of my contact with death. I am very lonely and wish I had someone to talk to who isn't dead.
What are you doing here peasant? I have no home to go to. And this is your place to settle?! I'm so tired from walking... anywhere to sleep right now seems good to me. Where did you come from? I came from the village. There's no where decent to sleep there outside. So I wandered over to here. I just need a place to sleep for the night. Ok you can stay. I like this place. It seems peaceful in an odd way. It is pretty quiet. How long have you worked here? Years. I wish to find a different profession some day. What else would you like to do someday? I would like to raise a family.  That's understandable. I me- wait.... who's that guy over there?