 
 _setting_name An Unfinished Mausoleum, Graveyard 
 _setting_desc 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. 
 _partner_name gravedigger 
 _self_name peasant 
 _self_persona I am poor and dirty. I hate that I am starving to death. I am a hard worker. 
 _object_desc a wall : Light bounces off the snow-colored walls, seemingly mirroring itself endlessly. 
 _object_desc a stone carving of an angel : The carving is of an angle with giant wings. 
 _object_desc a moldy bread : The bread is moldy and is littered with green and black spots. 
 _object_desc a small sachel : The smallish bag is made of leather, and has probably been worn by a small creature. 
 _object_desc a shoes : The shoes are coated in thick brown mud. They are filthy and unfit to be worn. 
 _self_say Maybe I can find some food in this unfinished Mausoleum.  If I do not, I shall soon starve to death. 
 _partner_say Hi there. I don't think you'll find food in this place. 
 _partner_emote smile 
 _self_act eat moldy bread 
 _self_say I guess I shall eat more moldy bread then and hope that it does not kill me.  What place is this? 
 _partner_say It is unfinished. It was going to be a place for the dead.  
 _partner_emote sigh 
 _self_say Who was to be buried here?  That white stone is the fairest marble I have ever seen.  Why, it is almost as if the workers all stopped one day and vanished, albeit many years ago. 
 _partner_say I have no clue. Things seemed to go wrong. 
 _self_say Then why are you here? 
 _partner_say I am just passing by. There's a market a bit north. 
 _partner_emote smile 
 _self_say Which market is this?  Do they require the services of a gravedigger, and if so why? 
 _partner_say No. It's a simple village space for vendors. I do more than put up with dead people. 
 _partner_emote sigh 
 _self_say What else do you do? 
 _partner_say I also put up with living people. I eat. I sleep. I drink. Sometimes I have nightmares about undead. 
 _partner_emote sigh 
 _self_say The undead?  Here?  I thought we only had to worry about badger-cultists and followers of the weasel-god. 
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