( closed ) death comes to me again, a girl in a cotton slip

[obdurata]

WHO: Joselyn Smythe & James Holden.
WHAT: A spot of light, sanctioned grave-robbing.
WHEN: Sometime this month.
WHERE: In the Free Marches.
NOTES: Sometimes you realize you haven't robbed a grave, and make it happen. Stay tuned for casual disrespect of the dead.

Probably, Joselyn is here because someone else was busy, but that's fine.

Lady Zieghilde Badoer (you must call me Ziggy, Marchioness Badoer was my [...],) has recently come into her inheritance, and found it in something of a state of disarray—there's some explanatory discussion of cousins and cadet branches that Joselyn probably could have followed if she'd really tried—and, quite possibly, under the influence of a curse. The dilapidated fort that the late and apparently unlamented Marchioness called her solitary home for so very long certainly feels cursed as all get out, but Joselyn is almost certain that if someone had told her and Jim that this is just how weird aristocrats choose to live they'd probably have taken it under advisement.

Maybe a few follow up questions.

Still.

Ziggy has done some of her own investigation—she flourishes a magnifying glass at one point, and Joselyn gives her points for style—and only reached out to Riftwatch upon realizing that her silly little mystery might, actually, lead somewhere she isn't cut out to go. It's all about this bracelet in her (great aunt? by how many removes? exactly how many husbands did the marchioness have, anyway—)'s portrait, rumored to have been placed in her urn after she was dead...

But the crypt is in as much a state of disarray as the rest of the property, and most of the old servants—

“Bolted when the old bag died, or something sinister?”

—Joselyn is already elbow-deep in an urn.