When he squint real hard, Kalath can just make out Tree...dead...lucky on the sign but the other words are impossible to make out in the light.
Kalath encounters nothing unusual on his way to the crypt, but as he is about halfway there he notices what appears to be a well, just off to his right, a short distance away. A cobbled path, glistening white in the moonlight leads north from the well.
Strangely there are no paths leading to the large, well lit crypt.