Rhox stared intently at the parchment, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the unfamiliar symbols. The dim, flickering light of their lanterns cast eerie shadows on the ancient script, making the text seem to writhe and twist on the aged paper. She frowned, turning the parchment over to examine both sides, hoping to find some clue that might make sense of the strange writing.
"Any luck with that, Rhox?" Vincent asked, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity mixed with fatigue. He was kneeling beside a scattered pile of debris, his flashlight casting a focused beam as he sifted through the remnants of what was once a treasure trove.
Rhox shook her head slowly and handed the parchment to Vincent. "Not much. It's beyond me. Maybe one of you can make something of it."
