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[rhys alexander greyback]

And I know where I need to go

But the voice of reason
can't say no

May 29, 2026
dahlia jade greyback

The dust rose from the old floorboards of the familiar room he’d bunked in when forced to work in Egypt. Truthfully, he preferred not to, but as he gained more years of experience, he was forced to come back and deal with trainees. That was his least favorite part, though he’d do anything anybody asked to get rid of this pounding headache he had. As he dug through the old cabinet for a hangover potion, he remembered those details from two years prior—the day he’d met Dahlia. That year had been a difficult one. He’d lost a brother but gained a sister. And it had been lucky that he’d even been at Gringott’s that day rather than Greece where’d he’d initially gone to work.

It was also his luck that this month not only had the usual full moon but a second one in two days. Just the thought ruined his mood. But, since he’d been in charge of Dahlia’s training for the majority of her two-year tenure, Rhys had been determined to see it through despite everything. A quarantine left Dahlia in the capable hands of Renfri and other Cursebreakers for some time, and then he’d been distracted with the Maria business. Telling his sisters that they were going to be Aunts had been an experience. Plus, he worked more at the bank and with the Order of the Phoenix and that forsaken island he’d never willingly return to. There had been good parts—Vasilia was in his life, despite the ups and downs they had together. Though Rhys had to admit that most of the downs were his fault in some way. And he found out he was going to have a daughter—and very soon as well.

Rhys heard the door open as he opened a bottle of water to chug after the hangover potion. His sleep had suffered after finding out about Hogwarts, and even though Max was safe and sound and had even helped, it still scared him because he’d thought he would lose her like he did Elias. Walking back to the table, it wasn’t covered in the usual books, maps, and notebooks, but instead, there was one file with some paperwork in it. The final assignment. It was customary that trainees stick to one to three trainers during their tenure as a trainee, and often, that could change based on their interests or if they fell into the same interests or specialization as their trainer. Rhys had noted earlier that Dahlia was highly interested in Egypt, but it wasn’t without cause. It seemed like a fitting place for Rhys to see what she could do.

Now, it wasn’t without risk. Rhys knew from experience that even the most talented could fall victim to a cursed blade or a well-hidden trap. So Dahlia still had to prepare, but the small file he’d brought was a formality and a repeat of that job description they were all given so long ago. But the bank made him do it. ”Ready?” He asked his sister, his blue eyes glancing at the table and then to her. Rhys knew the answer to that question. They’d been preparing since early Spring though that first assignment back in South America had a few hiccups where Rhys almost ended up impaled, strangled, and cursed all in the same assignment. But, he blamed the overloading on carbs from that Pizza event in the days before. Plus his own distractions in his personal life, but fortunately, it had been uphill since then.

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The timing of her final assessment as a trainee Cursebreaker could have certainly been better, as the recent destruction of Hogwarts had put the country to a standstill until things were back in order, and then the doubling up of full moons in May. The former wasn’t inherently an issue so much anymore, aside from an obnoxious amount of paperwork being required prior to leaving the UK for work. But the full moon? Dahlia typically found herself feeling decently okay in the week leading up to most moons. This one was different though. Maybe it was because the month had been stressful enough already with Hogwarts and her final tests and preparations, or even because it was a second full moon. Whatever the reason behind it was, she felt like shit. She had spent most of the early morning hungover, having hoped that getting plastered the night before would take the edge off of the flu-like symptoms she was having, but it had little to no effect the following day. From there, it was a stumble through the busy streets of Cairo, hoping to find a place that would willingly give her medication to try and combat her problem. The wolfsbane potion was good enough for keeping the wolf at bay the day of, yet lacked any ingredients that actively helped with the run up to the moon. This was what she got for flaunting her almost flawless transition every month to other werewolves. It was definitely a humbling experience so far.

After locating some pills that would supposedly help and an herbal tea that apparently had medicinal properties to her, she dragged her feet back to the room Rhys typically used as his safe house whilst in Egypt. It wasn’t anything to write home about but had a weirdly cozy feel to it. And there was usually a decent amount of alcohol that she helped herself to when he wasn’t around. That was easily the best part about it.

He asked if she was ready as she crossed the room and took the seat opposite him at the table, knowing that the tell-tale folder sitting between them was the dossier for her assignment. For as formal and stuck up as the goblins were, they had an odd fascination for using non-magique paperwork, making sure to always get copies and filing every bit of work they did. Rumor had it that was for back-ups in case the Ministry or a jilted Cursebreaker tried to screw them. She could see that being true. Fuck the government, right? The goblins weren’t wrong there. “It’d be better for both of us if this was next week, but yeah,” she sniffled, the post-nasal drip that the wolf was bringing on still not gone despite the medicine she had taken. “Is that the assignment?” Dahlia added, pointing at the file on the table. Obviously it was, but with the way Rhys kept this room directed, there seemed to always be a loose case file from a past job floating around. And if it wasn’t one of his, it belonged to her.

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[rhys alexander greyback]

And I know where I need to go

But the voice of reason
can't say no

May 29, 2026
dahlia jade greyback

Slowly the headache left Rhys as he felt the pressure decrease in his head. The month was almost over, but the physical and emotional toll it had taken was heavy. Despite his exhaustion and a sour mood, he was glad to be here. Seeing his family succeed was important for him and especially if he could help them. For a long time, nobody had ever helped Rhys in the way a parent helps their child, or an older sibling stopped to give them the time of day. He’d been lucky to join a career where his name didn’t matter and only if you could be trusted to watch someone’s back in a dangerous situation. Cas had taken some pity on a young and very angry boy and grabbed him by the collar to help set him on a better path and as someone who also had an unfortunate last name. A few others had helped as well.

Dahlia hardly seemed in better shape than he was, but as another werewolf, he wasn’t surprised. Still, Rhys had seen Dahlia far more hungover than this and still manage to dodge a boulder than transfigured from a wall that had appeared perfectly normal. ”Yes.” Rhys pushed the folder forward with his fingertips. Inside was a description and location. Egypt was familiar to both by now so really, this was just another assignment. ”The Goblins have a contract for a blue diadem from the tomb of Pharoh Djoser.” They were going all the way back to the Old Kingdom for this one. Rhys paused because this particular note is what made this venture more complicated than it had to be. ”The muggles have this pyramid as some—" Rhys waved his hands as she searched for a word. ”—sacred sight or something. So, we can’t just blast through entire walls.” These ‘World Heritage’ sites were important to Muggles, apparently.

Cursebreakers did their best to not damage where they worked, but things happened. So, if they could help it—minimal damage was preferred but not promised. ”The step pyramid is not large, but it is said to be highly trapped and cursed due to the Pharoh’s High Priest—Imhotep.” Rhys recalled the information from his reading over the years and his research the past few days. ”High Priest Imhotep was said to have practiced healing magic, but also dark magic. It's not often a wizard is deified the way he was by the Ancient Egyptians.” Not to say it didn’t happen, but the scale of the cult this man had inspired was amazing in a way. Rhys stood up and looked for his bag, which he had fortunately prepared before deciding to finish off an almost empty bottle of whiskey the night before, and by almost empty, he meant half full. ”I’ve been to the step pyramid before, so I can apparate us there, and you take point.”

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A blue diadem? Now that was certainly different than the usual run of the mill sack of gold or dirty cup that they ended up pulling out of these crypts. Especially with the more popular sites in Egypt. The entire country was picked over, and unless they wanted to draw attention by magicking entire swaths of the desert away to find new tombs, they had to rely on what the non-magique found first. Rings and canopic jars, while cool from a historical standpoint, were of little to no value to the goblins of Gringotts. They wanted the good stuff. The objects that were protected, hidden, and laden with unimaginably horrifying curses long since forgotten about. Every once in a while it seemed like one of those popped up. Hopefully this diadem was not one of them.

As for the location, Dahlia was vaguely familiar with the pyramid. “You know how they are,” she shrugged when Rhys explained that the non-magique liked this particular structure. She didn’t really want to go blasting through walls anyways. Bringing down an ancient pyramid on top of their heads while they trapezed through underground passageways looking for a cursed crown was not exactly on her bucket list. Maybe for some cursebreakers it was, but she hadn’t reached that level of insanity yet.

The mention of this particular pyramid being trapped by Imhotep caught her interest though. Every once in a while there were well-known historical figures that happened to also be magical in nature. The non-magique chalked it up to fictional stories, though both she and Rhys knew better than to do that. The ancient Egyptians were absolutely acquainted with magic, so it made sense to her that Imhotep of all people was a warlock. “Have you found anything left by him before?” she asked as she followed his lead and started to make sure everything she needed was in her bag. “I don’t trust non-magique stories to tell anything accurate about him. They are uhh…forgetful people.”

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[rhys alexander greyback]

And I know where I need to go

But the voice of reason
can't say no

May 29, 2026
dahlia jade greyback

Every Cursebreaker got some lecture by a Gringott’s lawyer who’d just gotten a lecture by the Minister of Magic who had just gotten an angry message from the Muggle Prime Minister at some point. Rhys had been involved in an unfortunate incident in Nicaragua about a year after he finished his training. The older Cursebreaker probably should have voluntarily retired sometime before that and had survived a great deal of injury on the job. The assignment was to retrieve an old crucifix from the crypts below. It hadn't appeared to be a difficult job. The León Cathedral was visited by many muggles daily. How dangerous could it be?

However, as they approached in the night and entered the crypts below, they realized very quickly that dark magic lingered there as well as the ghosts of the deceased bishops and priests. In the end, they had gotten the item, but not without somehow breaking the church bell at the top of the structure. The older curse breaker had commented that at least nothing had caved in while they were in the crypts, but the Legal department didn’t want to hear that. Then again, much of the Mayan ruins in Central America were like large puzzles to navigate through.

Rhys found his backpack, pulling out an old leather holster he’d had since he began his training. Years in the humid jungles and dry sands of the deserts had aged it, but charms were always placed on these items, so they didn’t simply disintegrate in your hands after some time. He threw it over his head and put his arms through the holes so it fits like a vest would, and he placed his wand under his left arm in the wand holder and his notebook in a holder on the other side. Afterward, he slung the strap of his bag over his right shoulder. Cursebreakers never carried much, but sometimes tools were needed when magic couldn’t be used, or it was safer to spend a half-hour to chisel some rock away rather than risk caving in the ceiling with even the smallest blasting curse.

”Not exactly.” Rhys answered simply, finally stopping to look at her. ”I wouldn’t recommend walking into a tomb or anything he might have had a hand in with just anyone.” Rhys had learned that lesson the hard way. Walking into any situation with someone who absolutely did not have your back or wasn’t paying attention was a death wish. Rhys’ last encounter with one of Imhotep’s tombs had almost ended everything for him, but he’d gotten lucky. Fortunately, he was confident he and Dahlia could handle it this time. ”I’ve mainly heard stories, but his traps and curses are supposedly meant to purely harm rather than just stop you.” If Rhys had still been in training, that might have given him pause, but all they had to do was not set off any traps. Rhys opened the door and stepped outside, squinting his eyes in the hot sun. ”Ready?” He asked as he prepared to apparate them there.

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Every Cursebreaker had their thing: whether it was a getup or an outfit, or some sort of tool that helped assist in their work. They were all armed to the teeth with potions and objects that would lower their chances of being cursed, yet not to the degree where they were bogged down by the weight. Efficiency was the name of the game after all. Rhys had his wand holster, which Dahlia used to think was a silly way to hold one's wand when not in use. Now that she's seen him in action a few times, she realized how efficient it was to have a wand in that location. Her own choice of tools came in the form of a pair of gloves that were charmed as much as possible with protective spells. They fit like a dream and made to feel like she didn't even have them on. The fact that they didn't hinder her fingers from working on finer things, like picking locks or tracing hieroglyphics, was what really made them useful, as well as allowing her to touch objects that otherwise might curse or kill her. Aside from that, her leather jacket that was made out of dragon hide and naturally flame and heat resistant (and cost a fortune), and a very large bowie knife. Knives were fun, and helped out in situations where wands weren't allowed.

Rhys gave more information on Imhotep, and it already had her brain working overtime on what sort of traps could be inside the pyramid. If he deal in healing magic and the Dark Arts, that could mean almost anything. But those that played with life and death usually had one thing in common, "Mummies? I know they're a possibility no matter where we go in Egypt, but enough of them at once can be deadly." But the same could be said about floors that fell away or poison darts being shot at them. She just liked the idea of fighting mummies today for some reason.

Looking over herself one last time to make sure everything was where it needed to be on her person, she nodded at Rhys. "Ready," she stated, taking in a deep breath and looping her arm through his tightly. Any second now and she was going to feel the stomach churning pull of side-along apparition...

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[rhys alexander greyback]

And I know where I need to go

But the voice of reason
can't say no

May 29, 2026
dahlia jade greyback

Rhys noted that Dahlia had her trademark knife. He’d been curious at first since he wasn’t sure what good a knife was against a Dragon in some areas, but then there was the rare occasion one was tangled in old ropes, and their wand was not near them. It was all situational. He didn’t feel he was biased in his assessment that Dahlia was good at her job and would easily pass this final test. They were both headstrong in their own way but cautious, and they found it natural to watch each other’s backs. If a trainee didn’t pick up that habit by the time they made it to their final assessment, they either didn’t pass or didn’t last long in the field on their own.

”Probably.” Rhys commented. It was not as rare as some might think, but the curious expressions he got from the trainees when speaking about mummies were not uncommon. However, mummies were mainly in highly cursed tombs—where trainees were usually not taken. ”They’re not that different from Inferi. Necromancy was practiced by various cults during that time.” Including the Priest mentioned earlier. Rhys had faced mummies—cursed mummies before, and he’d admit they were terrifying. Or maybe it was the Dark Magic behind the way they moved and their sinister presence. ”But you’re right. As long as there aren’t too many at once, we’ll be fine.” Most counter-curses or even minor blasting curses or hexes were enough to knock them over. Or, when in doubt, bind them somehow.

Dahlia looped her arm into Rhys’ arm, and he looked down at her while she proclaimed she was ready. He grabbed his wand from its holster and thought of the sandy location they were to approach, and they apparated. Quickly he felt the heat. A drastic difference from the cabin they were in just a moment before. And out of habit, he scoped their surroundings. There wasn’t anyone here. ”Alright.” It was time to get started. Normally this was where Rhys would pause and proceed to look around, inspect the tomb's exterior if it was a brand new find. And then he’d inspect the entrance and whatever entrance hall there might be. Hieroglyphs held many clues, but the entrance would have the simpler traps—they warded off those faint of heart.

”After you.” Rhys crossed his arms as he waited for his little sister to proceed. This was her test, so she would take the lead, and Rhys would watch and follow instructions. But interfere if needed for their safety. Though he wasn't too concerned as long as he didn’t take another curse to the chest. Something told him that if he did end up almost dying again but managed to survive, Maria might ensure that he did die as a punishment. But as long as they got past the simpler traps initially, they didn’t get lost in whatever maze was designed that may or may not have vanishing and reappearing walls, any cobras or cursed items that caused a confundus effect and they didn’t come across a hoard of cursed mummies—this would be easy.

”And try not to vanish anything I’m standing on this time.” Rhys added sarcastically, recalling one of their previous jobs in Greece where a bridge suddenly disappeared beneath his feet—Dahlia’s fault, or so he insisted.

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Her studies on ancient magical history weren’t nearly as up to snuff as Rhys; Dahlia had always imagined that was something that would come with more years of experience. She liked to think she knew a lot as it was, but there were always details in research that popped out to the older Cursebreakers that typically went right over her head. A gag inadvertently came out of her at the mention of Inferi. If they had to go up against that, she’d rather just not. Not only was necromancy and dark magic of that sort horrible to begin with, the state in which the creatures were usually kept in was terrible. Mummies, while very much the same, at least had a level of respect to their method of burial. The easiest method in eradicating them was through fire...which meant their extremely decayed and rancid bodies would erupt in flames and vapors, leaving behind a cloud of noxious fumes. The single silver lining in dealing with mummies was that their dust was sort of worth its weight in gold, and brining that back could fetch her some money if given to the right fence. Gringotts didn’t usually care about that as long as they got their requested goods.

Pulled by Rhys’s apparation, she felt the tell-tale tug against the nape of her neck that side-along apparation tended to award. It wasn’t the worst feeling in the world, but she preferred going places on her own. Shaking her shoulders out as they landed in front of the step pyramid, her hand found her wand and she immediately cast a series of charms to ward off non-magiques from wandering to where they were. That sort of thing should have already been done based on whatever was laid over the pyramid, but it was better to be safe in case they pulled something dangerous out from within the depths.

“You’ll be fine,” she called back at Rhys as she approached the entrance to the pyramid and took a closer look at it. Seemingly mundane, which either meant it was loaded with booby-traps and hexes, or had been cleared out so that the non-magique could grant it the special protection that her brother had mentioned earlier. Still, it couldn’t hurt to cast a revealing charm on the entire area to double-check. The spells they used now were leagues beyond what ancient wizards used, though she knew every once in a while the sneakier ones had figured out a few things ahead of their time. She had a feeling that Imhotep was one of those ones.

Nothing registered with her spell though, and she turned back to look at Rhys and shrugged, “Time to go in?” Keeping her wand in front of her, lumos was cast and the sharp blue light immediately cast shadows off of the walls of the entrance as she stepped inside. There was nothing too intriguing about this part though, and she had a feeling that once they got several rooms or turns in was when the real fun part would begin.

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[rhys alexander greyback]

And I know where I need to go

But the voice of reason
can't say no

May 29, 2026
dahlia jade greyback

Among Cursebreakers and certain other professions, speaking about Dark Magic was not uncommon and typically from the academic angle. Old curses were discovered, spells written on scrolls that had partially rotted away due over the millennia. But topics like the Inferi had a habit of sending a chill up one’s spine. There were always those stories or rumors of Cursebreakers from long ago encountering them or even worse things. But Rhys simply considered himself lucky that after almost a decade, he had not. Necromancy also fell into that category, and if there ever was anything as taboo as the Unforgiveable curses, it was that.

Naturally, after witnessing death and coming face to face with it himself, the magic of the dead held a little bit of fascination but not to the point of Rhys considering doing anything foolish. Rhys stood back and noted how Dahlia warded them from wandering muggles. Extra spells didn’t hurt. It was better to be safe if they unleashed something dangerous. The Ministries involved would not be very happy, nor would the legal department of Gringotts. Rhys scoped their surroundings. The light breeze carried the light sands around them but didn’t stop the sun from beaming on them. The first thing Rhys had done in training was cut off his trademark hair. It wasn’t meant for this type of heat.

After Dahlia had inspected the entrance, the colors that left her wand told Rhys what charms she was using to check the entrance. No different than he would have done. While he would keep quiet for the most part and follow her lead, he still kept a sharp eye out for anything missed. Most trainees assumed that a perfect score was required, but in Rhys’ mind, such a goal was not worth the risk. He considered it much more important to learn to work with and watch each other’s backs. Those arrogant enough to dive right in were risking their own lives and that of their partners. Rhys simply nodded at her question, replacing his book with his holster and retrieving his wand.

”The Priest wasn’t nearly as arrogant as the Pharaohs, and this is one of the first step pyramids ever created. We should take our time.” Rhys warned. A man as clever as Imhotep would have taken more care to place his traps and diversions more carefully than anyone else. So as the light of their wands illuminated the path in front of him, his eyes were focused on their surroundings. As a trainer, he wanted his trainee to do the work and prove herself, but as a brother, he wouldn’t risk her safety for anything.

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As with most non-magique locations, especially historical ones, the beginning portion of the step-pyramid was fairly typical and her approach to spell casting was essentially textbook. The main pathway that had clearly been used by their non-magical friends over the years was cleaned out - in the sense that there wasn't even a scrap of a spell or trap left. Someone at some point had gone through and done the preliminary work, which while making the start easier, made her feel way too at ease with her test. The frustration of overcoming complicated tasks while on the job was paralleled perfectly with the days where everything seemed too easy. Dahlia hated easy. It prevented her from doing her job and made her feel like she was useless and out of place. Obviously she knew that wasn't true. Her half-siblings had welcomed her with open arms and very few questions. Rhys trained her and believed in her. But today was easily the most important of all her work so far. And it couldn't be 'easy', nor did she want it to be.

Rhys pointed out that taking their time would be a good idea, and while slow, it would make sure that they efficiently covered all of the pyramid. Imhotep was bound to have a multitude of secret passages and places that led to certain death. That was what she was excited for the most, and even thinking about it had her readjusting her wand in anxious excitement.

After some time, the path split. One direction was very obviously the way the non-magique that visited used, and the other practically screamed magic at her. "This way," she motioned with her wand, casting another series of charms to make sure the tunnel ahead was safe. Once again nothing pinged as dangerous, but she knew there had to be something down that way. When they reached the end, the path abruptly stopped, a wall in front of them. "Let's see..." Dahlia scrutinized the wall, staring at it closely under the light of her wand. Several rocks jutted out in a way that barely diverged from the normal wall pattern. A secret entrance! Before aggressively attempting to break through it, she lightly tapped her wand on the possible access points, looking for a sign that it would be safe to open.

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And I know where I need to go

But the voice of reason
can't say no

May 29, 2026
dahlia jade greyback

The real danger of these pyramids was the direction you had to travel. The tunnels traversed almost straight down, with small areas of typical hallways scattered about. And it wouldn’t be Egypt if there wasn’t at least one secret hidden passage even more dangerous than the standard path. But that’s where all the gold is. The last level of passages and rooms filled to the hilt if the tomb is undisturbed. Only a handful of times Rhys had managed to land a job with an undisturbed burial chamber. The glint of that millennia-old gold gave you goosebumps. That and whatever protective enchantments existed.

It was unusual that the charms at that point were relatively harmless, almost like the charms they placed that made muggles turn around and walk the other way. They might feel lost, but it was never anything fatal or dangerous. They walked briefly, eyes scanning every surface and shadow cast against the dark walls. The symbols painted on the walls were faded and hard to read, but this pyramid had been open for some time. Still, it didn’t hurt to look in case anything stuck out as a clue. Soon they reached a fork in the road, and Rhys waited for Dahlia to decide.

She chose one path, and Rhys was pretty sure he would have chosen the same. But obediently, he followed. And once reaching the end, Dahlia focused on the end-facing wall. Rhys took a step back to cast the light from his wand onto the walls to his left and right. Even the ceiling and floor, to be sure. And while he didn’t find anything, she seemed to have found something. ”What’d you find?” Rhys asked, not crowding her as she worked. Secret passages were such wild cards and hard to train. At that point, it was about waiting for something to happen and responding accordingly. One had to train their instincts, he supposed. It wasn’t their first secret passage. Each time they encountered one, something completely different happened. Not even Rhys knew what to expect here, but there had to be some pattern.

”Remember the last few passages we found…” Rhys muttered. A few were harmless, some were a little more explosive, and others set former inanimate objects after them. Similar to Piertotum Locomotor, but it couldn’t have been since that required someone to cast the incantation. And they both learned the hard way to avoid anything to do with Khonsu, the moon god. So Rhys would not be in Karnak in the foreseeable future. But traps were both generic and unique in every place they visited, as if the wizards of the time had added their personal touch.

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The light Rhys cast over the corridor helped immensely, her eyes zeroing in on the protrusions in the wall better now that they weren't hidden in harsh shadows. "A way through, perhaps," she whispered, as if talking too loudly would actually trigger any traps on the other side. Full concentration during work actually made her quieter and less brusque, somehow. Shiny gems, gold, and dead people didn't care if she was standoffish, which made her less inclined to be so while on the job strangely enough. The goblins certainly didn't like her attitude at times, but she'd get the work done that they gave her. They just needed to have a little faith and oh the right price.

Pulling her wand away from the wall and letting her arm fall to her side, she took several steps back to where Rhys was so that she could take the entire wall in at once. He mentioned remembering the writings on Imhotep, and she knew exactly what he meant: curses, explosions, a horde of mummies. None of which she really wanted to deal with in such a tight space but would have to if the job called for it. "There are several rocks that do not match the wall," Dahlia explained as she moved up to where they were once again so she could point them out. "Obviously they are meant to be false buttons, because the real one is right here." Pointing above her head, she dragged a globular light up to the ceiling. A smaller but similar rock to those on the wall was there. Based on her deductions, that was the most likely way through.

"But I'm going to double check to be safe," she added quickly before going through her spell routine. It got exhausting after a while, constantly trying to keep an eye on the path and her surroundings, all at the same time as blasting a multitude of safety precautions in front of them. The soft vibration of the spell warning her of the wall confirmed that it was a false lead, and she happily pushed the overhead one in. Instantly the wall gave way and slid to the left, an untrodden, rank tunnel now lay before them. She gagged as the stale air hit her nose, and quickly blasted a gust of wind ahead of her. No one ever said the job wasn't gross.

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