The faint glow from the flame atop my torch revealed walls of stone carved with every manor of symbol, glyph, and doodle. I tried to remember what Xander had taught me about these back when we explored our first tomb, but the only thing that came to mind was a general warning to stay away from any carved phalluses.
Behind me, Sally followed wide-eyed, her grip tight in mine. I suppose my bringing a six year-old girl down into this death temple might strike some as being a poor choice, but in my defense, I didn't have many alternatives and she was already dead. I kept a sharp eye out for any stone on the ground that seemed out of place - I didn't want to be inadvertently skewered by a centuries-old booby trap - but the floor was smooth, no protrusions, nothing on the ceiling ready to come
