Fates that Bind (Part 1)

I have little idea why this group wanted to return to the barrow nor why I agreed to take them there. The threat of undead is one to be heeded but surely it would have been better for us to leave it to the local guard. At the very least it would have kept them busy for a few weeks.
 
And it would have kept me out of this mess...
 
I need to write what happened here as it's plain to me that no one will hold this story in any regard.
 
After retracing my steps back to that cursed mound in the woods, the group and I emerged into the clearing to get a better lay of the land. After confirming that the Wight had returned underground, we followed in after, some of the party with hopes of rumoured treasure and others with ill directed mantles of justice. I suppose I tagged along because I had no desire to see these people hurt, even if I thought them fools.
 
The inner barrow was cramped and dank, guarded by a long hallway of devious blade traps to act as a warning against intrusion. One we did not heed. Once in the cairn we stumbled across the resting place of some seemingly hallowed troops, dozens of mausoleums embossed with the image of a rose. In the confusion of the peril from the hall prior, a couple members of the group wandered further into the tomb and stumbled right into the presence of the taught skinned man.