There it is, somewhere down there, the next step! Bloody riddles! Bloody decoys! Bloody traps! It is then that the newest member of the Grey Company catches a hint of some whispered insight and their path is laid bare. Must all dangerous tombs be preceded by long dark halls, with sand that moves when there’s no wind? What the hell is a Imy-ut Ushabti, and oh Gods, why is it vomiting scarabs? Let’s call it a morning, retreat home, and put on our Sunday formals, there’s a ball to attend! Now what’s this? To enter we must give blood? Do you wanna know more?