Nymm 19, 998 YK
With the crowbar Evret manages to pop the lid up, which creates a giant sucking sound as it pulls away from the adhesive. Miraculously, he manages to do it without marking the coffin. Though that is small consolation once the full smell of the rotting body inside hits you. It is quite nauseating.
With the lid openend though you are able to look inside. The occupant of this elaborate coffin is a thin old man, obviously decaying, dressed in finely made chainmail and what appears to be an older style of Brelish military uniform. The hands of the body are clasped around the hilt of an equally fine longsword, and tucked underneath is a shield. This is obviously Harad Granthum. Well, what is left of him.