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
peasant
I am poor and dirty. I hate that I am starving to death. I am a hard worker.
It sucks being a lowly peasant. At least your not a gravedigger. At least you have food to eat. Are you going to be digging a grave in this miserable mausoleum? No.  I was just looking at it.  I'm taking a break from digging that grave over there.  What kind of tree is this leaf from? An oak tree, maybe? You think so?  Here, take a closer look.  Maybe we can find some acorns.  We could gather some and roast them. I wish it were from an apple tree. Apples would be better than acorns. Roasted apples are good, too.  I've got a little bit of stew at home.  After I'm finished here, I'll share some with you.  It's not much, but I hate that you're so hungry. Thank you for the hug. Although I don't know how you can stand to hug me. I haven't bathed in weeks. I probably smell worse than your clients. I haven't bathed either, but it's not that bad.  If it weren't so cold, be could take a quick dip in the pond over there on the way to my, um, little room.  It may be small, but it doesn't take much wood to get it warmed up. I wonder why this place appears to have been abandoned ages ago. I heard that the man who was building it died before it was completed, and his lawyer ran off with all his money.  It's really pretty stone.  Too bad it doesn't have a roof.  It's nice to be out of the wind, but there's no place to go when it rains.