GRAVE ROBBERS

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Archibald: Day 8. My dearest Marjorie...
Archibald: Having carefully block and tackled our way into the main site, exploration can finally begin in earnest!
Archibald: To think. The last feet to tread these stones were those of marauding Romans, hellbent on desecration, and the domination of the local populace...
Archibald: This air was last breathed before Chaucer chauced. Before the Bard barded. And before whatever it was that that fellow with the apple actually did.
Archibald: Certainly makes a chap think, wot?
Archibald: The bodies interred here look to be higher status types. Quite the Gauls-about-town. *laugh*..my little joke.
Archibald: Judging by what personal items and grave goods remain, I would say - members of a priesthood, or religious caste.
Archibald: That said - The Romans made a real pig’s ear of these corpses... Heads and hands missing, objects and offerings scattered all over the blighted place.
Archibald: I’m certain they snaffled everything of value, and desecrated the rest.
Archibald: Dashed rude, if you ask me...
Archibald: Potts? Is that you, staggering about over there?
Archibald: I say! Have you been at my Bordeaux? You and I shall have words about that later.
Archibald: Damned impertinence. No wonder I’ve only a crate and a half left.