“Now we must face the dilemma. Can we trust the Hutakaa with this Knowledge? We must, for only they can act on it,” proclaimed Hasan. “But what we seek is the same, and so we should examine this ourselves first. Miklos, help me unbind this, that we may study for an hour or two in the confidence of this tomb. Dead men tell no tales,” Hasan laughed, nodding at the remnants of their opponent.
The dwarf, while not pleased at more idleness, knew that the elf prince had a point. “I’ll keep watch up top.” And the dwarf headed back to the entrance of the tomb to keep alert watch while those with the skill, read from tomb to see if it held the knowledge they sought. The clue to why the Sons of Night were so hell-bent on finding this valley – and more importantly, how to stop them.
Ludo shrugged his shoulders, “for what its worth, this place gives me the creeps, the presence here of Undead reinforces to me that evil is infecting the land, no wonder the Sons of Night are interested in this place, I suspect they crave the source of power that cloaks this land, the relics here will lead us to them. We had best be on our guard.
Maruc if possible I suggest you clense this temple, the creature destroyed will return otherwise. I will wait with Feldard but do not tarry too long, twilight is upon us and we are a long way from safety.
Stephan used his lightstone to scan the walls of the crypt. He searched for anything odd about the walls, but saw nothing. He then shined the light in the sepulcher from which the mummy had emerged.
He looked over at Hasan and Miklos huddled over the tome. “Can you make anything out?” They ignored the ignorant question. “Any pictures?” Stephan asked with mock eagerness.
They treated the ancient pages of the book with care. Unfortunately, it was written entirely in Hutaakan. There were no pictures, per say, but at the end of the book, there were several diagrams, seemingly to describe how priests were to arrange themselves when performing rites and ceremonies.