The dead man was a male human lawful evil aristocrat.
As you call out to the person behind the mausoleum you hear a shouted response;
A few moments later she comes out from behind the mausoleum atop a fine while mare. The is a young adult dressed in fine clothes, with high cheek bones and platinum hair. Hanging from her hip is short sword, a loaded crossbow hangs from the saddlehorn and you see the glint of a chain shirt under her silk shirt.
Taking in the group, she speaks casually "Busy night for grave robbing. Let me introduce myself, I am Rhiannon Sarvio heir of the Sarvio Family."
"I see you killed Northis. Don't worry, I won't report you. I never liked the guy. You should thank me, the local law likes to make an example of outsiders." Her threat is obvious, regarding dead nobles in the cemetery, it is your word against her word.
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Herman sighs and moves to the north, in the past of the horse but behind the brawler.
"Plus, we are here on business for the Society. Our credentials are good and this chap was dead when we arrived as you well know if you were lurking back there. Drop the act and get off that fine steed, I would hate to see it have an accident running though a cemetery. I spent my life with horse, this is not place to be riding."
"The treasure? It is still in that tomb locked behind that sigil and the sealed door." She draws her shortsword, blade still stained with a faint smear of blood, and points to the Tullivor mausoleum.
"Credentials? I've heard from Galt that the Society are manipulators and plunderers. You are tying your own noose using those credentials."
"Here is the deal; we break into the tomb together and we split the loot fifty/fifty. Play nice and say yes before I rescind my generous offer."
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Poor, young, inexperienced whelp. Your fancy words didn't work. Now what are you going to do?
Wh-what? Not you again! Now is not the time!
Oh, but I think it is. You're distracted, unfocused, and out of your element. All I need to do is...
Eliphaz straightens quickly, as though possessed by some alien force, and shouts with an otherworldly voice.
Atop the mausoleum the hawk eyes Vina with hateful, cold, raptor eyes.
Taking a step back from Eliphaz's rage, Rhiannon makes friendly pacificating gestures. "Easy now, we are both here for the same thing. To loot the Tullivor tomb. No one here wants violence."
She glances at the bola and any other weapons that might be out; "How about we all sheath our weapons? And your friend comes out from hiding in the shadows." as she gestures to where Ayla is hiding.
"There is a chalice in there that rightfully belongs to the Sarvio I'll take that and you can have the rest."
Rhiannon points again to the marble bust, the arcane sigil on the door, and the fancy stonework on the mausoleum. "The Tullivor where wealthy, not as wealthy or as powerful as the Sarvio, but wealthy enough."
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"It is o-odd how s-supposedly sentient people c-cling so v-v-vehemently to the m-material world. The passage of all living creatures in the mortal world is temporary. All w-will return to dust in th-the end. Th-this one cannot live her life in peace until a cup from her ancestors is re-returned. I find this m-most sad. I pity her in a way. In a sense, animals are superior and focus on living in harmony with nature until their time here is up. Oh such beautiful and verdant memories they must bring to the afterlife!"
Rhiannon shakes her head at Vina's musings, the teachings of the Green Faith falling on deaf ears.
She raises an eyebrow at Janus. "An oath to common vagrants? How quaint. Why not, you have your Oath."
Rhiannon nods along impatiently. "We could talk all night, but the sun is setting and guards are costly to bride. So hold up your end of the bargain and break into that tomb."
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Janus turns to his colleagues: "She has given an oath. In the River Kingdoms, oathbreakers die. We can work with her."
"What do you know of the ward, Sarvio? Why did you leave this Tullivor slumped over the bust? The bust spoke. Did you hear it? What did it mean? You claim to know this family. What does "when the last sun falls, receive my thanks" mean?"
Rhiannon speaks from the shade of the Sarvio mausoleum, comfortable with her back to to wall. Some of you must raise your hand to shield your eyes from the setting sun behind her while some are shielded from it's glare in the spire's shadow.
She speaks casually. "If I knew the answer to those questions, I would have the chalice and you would have an unguarded grave to rob." She pauses but then continues, not wanting to provoke your wrath again. "Gesturing again at the body; 'the last son has fallen' but still the door remains closed."
As everyone moves, you see that the ten foot spire atop the broad dome of the Sarvio mausoleum cast a shadow direction on to the marble bust of Laban Tullivor. If it wasn't for that spire, the last rays of sunlight would fall on the the engraven head of Laban Tullivor.
While the discussion is going on Herman check the door.
[dice= Perception] 1d20+6
You are able to determine that this glyph is more than just cosmetics, attempting to open this heavy iron door will trigger this trap. The door is also locked.
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"Sarvio, you have erred. Your family tomb obscures the sunlight that would fall on Tullivor's bust. For the "last sun" to fall upon the bust, your tomb spire must be removed. We should do this now, otherwise we'll have to come back another night. And that may become more difficult, now that you have made this a murder scene."
The spire is a one foot across by ten foot tall stone spire on top of the stone Sarvio mausoleum dome, it would be a challenging climb to reach it (DC 15 Climb, 15 feet to the top of the dome). It looks like if you broke it down, that would allow the sun to fall on the bust. The spire is stonework, the only obvious way to move it is to smash it.
Janos spots a cemented joint at the base of the spire, it will still be difficult to break but that weak point will make it easier to smash it down.
Rhiannon gasps at the idea of removing the spire. "Remove the spire and insult the Sarvio family further!? By the hag's eye we will kill every daughter and bastard of the Tullivor fool first."
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Rhiannon looks to the spire on the Sarvio mausoleum, and then back to the Tullivor mausoleum before nodding to Mohag's reasoning. "So be it."
Lakadee is able to climb the dome without difficulty and begins smashing the weak point at the base of the tower. In less than a minute the spire topples to the ground and the light of the setting sun falls on the blood stained bust of Laban Tullivor.
As the light hits the bust, the arcane sigil on the iron door to the Tullivor mausoleum fades and you hear a quiet click as the door unlocks.
Excited that the door is finally open, Rhiannon leaves her defended spot and dismounts to join the group in exploring the mausoleum. "Finally, we shall recover what he has stolen from us."
You open the wide double door of the mausoleum and Eliphaz's light shines in, the interior is ten feet wide and fifteen feet deep. Within are five sarcophagi bearing the names of Tullivor patriarchs, with Laban’s at the far end. You see no chalice, instead above Laban’s casket is a magnificent tapestry depicting the Tullivor crest and the family motto ‘Never in Shadow’. Behind the crest the tapestry depicts a battle with soldier bearing Tullivor crests routing an arm bearing Sarvio crests.
A scream of rage escapes Rhiannon behind you, ”Lies and deceit, that is not what happened!” She has drawn her sword and slipped past many of you in her haste to destroy this piece of Tullivor propaganda.
See does not hesitate in her rage, but she is shaken by your threat.
Rhiannon blinks her eyes and shakes away the brief cloud in her mind, she turns furious at those who would stop her from destroying the Tullivor lies.
Rhiannon knocked onto her heels from the mighty blow from Lakadee, but she is made of sturdier stuff that her appearances would show and continuous fighting.