The cavern's air is thick and damp, and the only sound for a moment is the rhythmic drip of water into an unseen pool. Suddenly, the deep groan of ancient stone echoes through the space. With a hiss of pistons and the hum of long-dormant magic, the temple floor slowly lowers, revealing a massive, intimidating sarcophagus. It rises from the depths, a monument to a time long past.
Silence falls once more, heavy with anticipation. Then, with a slow, grinding scrape, the stone lid of the sarcophagus slides into the floor. A woman stumbles out, falling to her knees. She gasps, a long, desperate breath filling her lungs as she squints in the unfamiliar light of your torch. Strapped to her back is a curious looking, long, heavy cylinder, bound in dark leather and decorated with intricate metalwork
"H-huh... what...?" she murmurs, her voice a dry rasp from centuries of disuse. She blinks, shaking her head as if to clear a fog, and slowly pushes herself to her feet. Her piercing gaze, a mixture of confusion and suspicion, locks onto you.
"Where is mother?.." a whisper to herself "who sent you here?" she demands, her voice growing stronger and more wary with each word.
