"You abandoned them."
Eirdis kicked hard. There was a loud crunch and shriek. Dust clouds took over the air, and she found herself covering her mouth with the sleeve of her wooly coat. Particles stung at her eyes, she blinked them away. The door laid down in front, torn off its hinges and carved face cracked and now worthless. Eirdis bent down and trailed her fingers along wound, feeling the jagged edges. She understood sentimentality. Whatever family owned this tomb would like to have a word with her, she assumed. If they knew who she was. Eirdis wasn't planning on leaving a note.
"Every last one. "
She stepped over, or tried to. Her short legs didn't quite make the breadth, she ended with stepping on the door with her boots, she could feel the carved grooves through the soles. Now, was this the room she wanted to go in? She adjusted the hilt of her axe attached to her belt, hands ready to grab it incase anyone else had the same idea she did. There was a brown haze to everything, and the smell of a hundred old grandpas was ripe in the air. The room was lined with shelves cut from stone, an old brazier sat in the middle and looked to not have seen use in at least a century. Stone tables were spread out, and various embalming tools were set on top of them covered in cobwebs and dust. At the very least she had found the most morbid room.
"You coward."
But that voice was starting to get on her nerves.
"If you wanted to do something helpful," she said, "You could start by telling me where the gold is." With her luck raiders and bandits had already cleaned the place out ages ago, considering she was able to get in. Eirdis had no subterfuge skills to name, and she could sneak as well as a troll. Which was not very well. She was half expecting the tomb to be locked up tight with only a special key to open it. Much to her surprise she could just walk right in. Eirdis took a few paces around the room, light was spilling in through the ground level holes in the wall, it gave her enough to see if there was anything worth while. Hint: there wasn't.
She grabbed one of the braids of her moustache and played with it in her fingers. Under normal circumstances she wouldn't be grave robbing. But she was getting desperate. On the road back to Ketra from a job that went bust she found herself not having enough coin to spare to bribe a merchant to take her to the city on the edge of his wagon. She couldn't ride horses. They were huge and cumbersome, you had to take care of them, and they tended to eat her hair. So Eirdis was stooping low, which wasn't the first time according to her little friend. In truth, she could have walked the way, but she was low on provisions and was going back empty handed.
She wondered how her boss would like that.
"Yourself, is that all you think of?"
It was getting harder to ignore. But what did a disembodied voice really know?
Eirdis decided to take her searching elsewhere. The main hallway had been picked clean, and there was some evidence of it being recent. Spots on shelves had a distinct lack of dust clutter, alluding to something once being there. Something valuable. Eirdis' spirits were in rapid decline, and her efforts feeling futile. It was a long shot, and a part of her was glad she didn't have to resort to desecrating the dead. No, all of her was glad. If her parents knew was she was doing, she doubted they would stay silent and let it pass. She deserved as much.
"And what do you think they thought when you left?"
She bit at the inside of her cheek. Now it was getting too personal. If she did anything, it would be finding out who that voice belongs to. She was pretty sure it was not in her head. Pretty sure. However, exhaustion started to weigh on her and she made her way back to the room where she found the brazier. After some struggle, she was able to light it with the flint in her pack. The holes in the wall would filter the smoke out, she had no worry about suffocating. With some satisfaction of finding a warm place to sleep, she unrolled her bedroll. Eirdis ached to her bones, and was washed with relief as she sat down. The orange glow from the fire illuminated her face, her body, and grew the shadows up the walls. Placing her hands out in front of her to warm her, she began to sing.
It was about gold, of course.