The hand jutting out of the pile of stone was still fresh and, judging by its look, not human.  The colour seemed natural, not the product of bruises or decomposition.  The room they found themselves in was small.  A pair of sarcophaguses sat to either side of them, and a broken down stone door lay in front of them.  A glance out revealed a hallway extending to the left and right with other doorways, the most had been filled in with stone walls.  The dust that coated everything had been trampled away in the room they were in, and in the hallway heading to the left.<br/><br/>OOC:<br/>Perception roll please.