Thinking over the angles of the situation for a moment, Huaisang nods. "I'll send a group. You with them, a small enough group to go unnoticed. Acquire access to a nearby house, then tunnel underneath to the likely location of the grave. You'll have engineers and a steward with you. You're to advise them and obey. If we're ready to act and you have an idea how to proceed, they will be able to send messages to me."

His eyes linger on that aching shoulder, but he makes no comment. As much as Huaisang enjoys tending to people, the heirarchy between the two of them is still far too strict for that. Huaisang may want, but he has far too many higher priorities. This is not a time for distractions. If Doul's plan succeeds, however...