Sadly, the new watchman didn't like the idea of dragons blasting fire in the graveyard, and tried to raise alarm, so I knocked him out. I did my best to be gentle about it. It's bad enough to be unconscious on unholy land, worse still to be dying there.
As Valeria entered the underground room, she found it to be a burial place for just one man - wearing a suit of armor, with a two-handed sword resting on his chest. A knight in repose, perhaps, in a casket of glass set on a small pedestal at the center of the room. The inscription at the edge of the glass coffin named him Ser Anthuang Ravenloft. His features were sunken, both by age.. he had been in his sixties when he died.. and by death, and more. He seemed hollow and drained, possibly as a result of some illness that might have been the cause of death, or drying up after death.
The room, now that Valeria and Drai were in it, was cold but well lit, with magical flames at each corner. There was a pleasant fragrance of roses in the room, rather than a pallor of death and decay, and a bouquet of dried, white roses on the glass coffin. Other than that, the room was unmarked, except for one closed door, leading in the direction of the guarded Ravenloft mausoleum, suggesting that the team had built a rear entrance to the place that the city watch was trying to guard.
Given what we knew, that would have been a very good moment to stop, but our brave members were undaunted. Drai started by trying to lift the sword of the late Ser with the use of his mind and might, but it would not rise. A rock proved easier to lift so he tried that, moved it above the coffin and dropped it. Valeria however caught it in the air, not being inclined to destroy the coffin.. but she too was determined to get to the sword within. The coffin proved to be unlocked, so she raised the lid.
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