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[Xanmyral]

"Hehe, ain' tha' good at singin', passes the toime while diggin' though." Salvatore admits. "'Ey be chasin' ah box? Guessin' it contains tha' dragonstone thin'y everyone's in ah tizzy 'bout. Nah, don' moind, be good work." Salvatore set the pick down momentarily to hand a shovel to the rider. Looks like Salvatore has been alternating between the two to dig.

"Poor souls 'ey be. Followin' orders an' sent ta ah death fer ah farce. Ain' be roight ta leave 'em out 'ere fer the wolves an' the cold, no matter who 'ey were 'ey deserve better than tha'." The wyvern rider commented, turning gloomy at the moment, before letting out an exhale of steam and changing the subject abruptly.

"So, yah heard tha' song? Gotta say Oi'm surprised, most don' hear tha' outta Berebia cept' from travelers who miss it. Gotta love it, eh? Seems ah touch gloomy, but there's ah real spirit in it, thinkin' o' it always brings back memories o' the snow ta me."

[Gamerboy4life]

"I can't see anything, let's go a little higher, and if we still have no clue as to where they are, we'll head in their direction and look for tracks." Seyena said, reining her pegasus up quite a bit higher in order to get a good look around.

[Furtuka]

Derick noticed Valor poking around the tomb and walked up to being directly behind him

"Looking for something?"

[CrimsonEon]

Olison immediately took the shovel and drove it into the frost.
: "Hh!" He heaved the first bit of snow out of the ground and set into a rhythm. "I forgot the words quite some time ago, but I never forgot the tune. It's just one of those things from home that stays with you..." Olison paused a moment to shake some snow off his shoulder, "Can't say I'm as fond of the snow, though. Looks nice from inside a castle's walls, but I know all too well that it'll bite your limbs off given the chance."

[Xanmyral]

Salvatore took up the pick again and followed Olison's rhythm, when Olison would heave the snow away he'd strike the ground with the pick to dislodge more.

"Some Oi can' quite remember roight, but Oi'm sure Oi got the jist o' it. Then 'gain, been so long since Oi've heard it, fer all Oi know half what Oi said be different from what Oi first heard, heh. Heard yah on tha', not prepared roight yer oft ta freeze... But the snow in places untouched, it be so... Pure. Hard ta explain it meself Oi guess. Always adds ah sense o' calm, though it jus' be maskin' what be underneath." Salvatore explained. "So yer from 'ere then? Can' say Oi recall hearin' yah talk 'bout it much, though Oi can' exactly be callin' the kettle black 'ere now, can Oi? Hahaha."

[Blade Master Model 42]

Derick noticed Valor poking around the tomb and walked up to being directly behind him

"Looking for something?"

"Yes and no. I was thinking about whether I should use this place to get out of the cold. This snow is awful, and I wound up sleeping in it for a bit, you see." Valor glanced into the darkness again. "Is there anything interesting in there? Murals, or artwork?" A cold wind from within the tomb forced Valor to stumble backward in surprise. "What the hell? It's protected from the snow and wind, how is it so bloody cold?"

[Furtuka]

"Do magic curses count as interesting?"

[CrimsonEon]

Olison briefly smirked before continuing on.
: "Not something I mention often, yes. I used to live in a small town far to the east, near the border." Olison explained as he attempted to clear his throat, "Use' ta 'ave make me life ou' on tha fiel's fer a few bits a-"
He cut himself off, producing some sort of hacking noise before laughing loudly.
: "Ha! Hah. To think I used to speak like that, it almost sounds foreign to me now." He continued to chuckle as he drove more ice and dirt from the ground.

[Blade Master Model 42]

"Do magic curses count as interesting?"

Valor allowed his palm to collide with his forehead. "Magic is complete garbage. Except healing magic, that stuff is pretty cool." Valor turned and looked at his fellow swordsman. "What kind of curse?"

[Furtuka]

"Well you saw Joz back there right? That wasn't his normal appearance. After he came out of the tomb he looked like he had been aged a whole decade. He said that it was only temporary, but well still. On the bright side he had found some neat weapons down there too!"

[Blade Master Model 42]

"Do you figure it'll go off if I just go inside? I'm not going to be rooting through graves, but I dunno if that'll make a difference. Icy wind or no, it can't be worse than the snow and wind out here."

[Furtuka]

"To be honest I have absolutely no idea. I guess it might not be a problem if you don't go too far in."

[Blade Master Model 42]

"Even if it does go off... Might be worth it, if it's any warmer inside." Valor took a few cautious steps into the tomb, on the alert for the barest sign of malevolent magics.

[Furtuka]

"Ah! What if we asked Tantallos about it? He seems like he might know something about this kind of thing."

[Haspen]

@Valor

After getting inside, he could sneak a peak into the boxes - they were empty. The people who were here before must've stashed the things they found there for a while.

Then Valor could look deeper into the darkness. It wasn't just a darkness of light-less place - it was darker than that, almost perfect black colour.

Then, as Valor kept staring...

A pair of red eyes blinked at him from the darkness.