HOH-013
Barista: The Serpent, Daichi
Date: Jan-9-2020
Receipt: HOH-013
Subject: House of Horus
Right. So. I’m not saying the House of Horus is incompetent, but if it takes this long to dig up a corpse, maybe hire some actual archaeologists instead of… whatever brand of ego-worshipping zealots they’ve got running the shovels now.
Debtors don’t make for great diggers. Whodathunk?
Checked in on their progress at Dundugan Barrow, and—wow, shocker—still nothing.
Oh, but plenty of chanting. Plenty of ceremonial theatrics. Because apparently, when you’re Greed’s personal excavation crew, you don’t just dig. You need celestial alignments, proper recitations, and—presumably—a small orchestra playing something appropriately ominous in the background.
Not a joke, by the way. I saw them wheeling in harps.
Maybe a sonic ward. More likely? Greed just wants to feel fancy while he tears up sacred human dirt. Classic case of looking busy while stalling for time. Either they have no clue what they’re looking for, or they do—and they’re afraid of what happens when they find it.
Or—I suppose—Occam’s Razor. They don’t even know how to start looking.
And of course, Greed’s got them all worked up over a "restless spirit" supposedly hanging around. Because that’s what they need—more dramatics. Look, I respect the dead, but if this spirit’s actually still here, it’s probably just bored out of its mind waiting for these idiots to get their act together. Also—spirits? Seriously? You run a whole house full of this shit. How the hell are you scared of ghosts, dumbass? You’d think a Prince would act more like one.
At this rate, I might dig the damn thing up myself. Just to prove a point.