Cyprian addressed his team's concerns one at a time. "Oh, I don't think he can just 'wake up', but even if he could, I don't believe that Anthedon would want to. He didn't use his own remains as a focus for nothing, after all." He then turned from Taranis to Cyprian.

"I'm sure there is a catacombs around here somewhere. A mausoleum this elaborate is only reserved for someone of noble stature or higher. If the tales of this palace being a small city unto itself are true, there must have been others living and dying here at some point."

Meanwhile, Alyssa was still outside of the mausoleum. She had planned to visit the grove of trees, but in this rare instance, the trees seem to have come to her, or at least one of their representatives, if the "speak for the trees" line meant anything at all. 

"Er, hi there. So, a dryad. A tree nymph." She looked at Minna, looking for any sign of her claim. Sure, she had pointed ears, but elves had those too. "Forgive me for saying so, but aren't you a bit heavily dressed to be a nymph? I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm dressed lighter than you are, and I'm an orc." She was determined to visit the grove by the palace before checking out the baths, now that it was obvious that it wasn't just a normal stade of trees.