Dave walked the stone-floored hall of the tomb in anguished silence. Outside, the dragon was still shrieking in rage and slamming itself thunderously against the massive structure of the keep.
Lone tried to go to Dave, to try to console him, but Ralph put a hand on her shoulder and shook his head. He sent her message on a private line.
"Sometimes people need to grieve alone for awhile."
Lone's shoulders slumped but she accepted Ralph's advice.
The inside of the tomb was dark except for occasional pools of light that shone through cracks in the domed roof. Flanker cast a spell and used his staff to light their way.
Halfway down the hall Dave stopped abruptly, he crouched and picked up a piece of paper. It was old, torn from a larger piece. Most of what was written on it was faded and illegible, but some of the writing was still decipherable. Dave shared the writing through the party chat.
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