"Hey! Wait for me!"
Nana rushes back down to the group, leaving her parents in the bar.

"Whoa, calm down, big fella!

"Anyone hurt?"  Aldous looks around the group, checking for wounded.

No, but my spear is not as lethal as with living things, I must be careful in the future.

"Can you use it like a quarterstaff?  Or swing it like one of those Sahudese things, naggy knotty?"

Sven takes a breath, and shakes off his axe.

Rejoining the group,
Nana nudges the corpses with her boot.
"Ick. 40 years? I wonder what's preserved them so long?"

In reply to Nana Yurick (msg # 692):

The bodies are more leathery than damp.
The small room behind them is full of gouges in the wall, thick flaky dust and some rags are on the floor, likely the trousers that fell off as their hips narrowed...
Something glitters on the ground.

He nudges what ever is shiny on the ground with his spear tip.

"Father Robards said sometimes, if someone ain't buried proper when they die, their spirit won't go to rest like it should.  That's where you get ghosts, an' walkers like these, an' a few other kinds a undead.

"Most a the ones around now are left from the plague, 'bout forty years ago.  Folks dyin' too fast to get 'em all buried."

Sven kneels and retrieves the shiny object, holding it into the light.
"What have we here?"

In reply to Svendegard Yurick (msg # 696):

Aine says little, but brings her light over to look at the space the things we're in. She is surprised they have any flesh at all...

"Lemme see! Lemme see!"
Nana crowds her brother.

In reply to Nana Yurick (msg # 698):

There is a silver bracelet set with amber, and rags, and a lot of dried skin.

"Cleaned up,and given a polish...This might fetch a decent price."

"Oh, nice!  Amber's fun, you c'n make it crackle if ya rub it with fur."

19:12, Today: Nana Yurick rolled 8 using 3d6.  merchant ~ 12 or less.
"Let me see it. Unlike you, I have Mama and Papa's business sense, ya big palooka!"
Nana snatches the bracelet from her brother, appraising it in the light.

"Hmph. Oh yeah? Okay potato peeler..."

In reply to Svendegard Yurick (msg # 703):

Total value of the bracelet is $403

"This is worth is good bit, indeed! Over $400, I reckon! We'll give it to Mama and Papa, and they can use it to pay our staff, and make repairs."
Nana puts the bauble in her purse, for safe-keeping.

Sven's mild annoyance with his sister melts away, at the news.
"You think there could be more treasure, down here??"

Doubt much, but worth raking the floor to see.

Nana begins sweeping through the layers with her broom, with new enthusiasm!

In reply to Nana Yurick (msg # 708):

Not much else is in this broom closet/burisl chamber except claw marks on the walls, and a few embedded fingernails.

"I guess we go through the gate now, if we've checked everywhere else..."

In reply to Svendegard Yurick (msg # 710):

"We are sharing loot, right? We better be..." says with some annoyance.