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The Kemite people were very methodical in their techniques as it was a large part of their culture, their heritage and their spirituality. The stray brass candle holder and candle lay strewn about but despite the lack of corpses laying on the ground, the tomb was quite sound and devoid of any mess or evidence of activity. Not many ventured down here as they did not trust the individuals responsible for the tomb and its care. Their beliefs were...too different; too foreign and too similar in some cases.
Lingering about, Amelia went through her thought processes, trying to determine how she could go about finding out more information about the deceased. Without having a solid name to work with it would indeed prove quite difficult for any adjurator to control any ghost or spirit that was to confront them if summoned or otherwise.
Unable to determine what to do next, she muddled about, trying to discern where to start first. The Ouroboros drew her attention and bringing forth the torch she felt it gently with her hand at first, the cold stone caressing her fair skin. Just because the gem was gone however did not mean that the robbers were able to escape easily...It just meant that the gem was gone...Where it went exactly however was another mystery for the ages. As she felt around, inspecting the statues, there was nothing of true value upon the stone figures of the monkeys but the Ouroboros proved to be very interesting. She could feel as she applied more pressure to the outline of the Ouroboros that she could physically push it inwards. However as she was just about to apply her full weight into it, a very harsh and sharp voice emanated from behind her.
"I would not touch that if I were you..."
A ghost of sorts was standing behind Ameila a good ten feet or so. It was a ghost in the form of a Darui'Torek, the legendary warriors of Aslan that had protected the city since its founding. This ghost was outlined in his own ethereal armour which had no real purpose however it looked to Amelia that he had been buried in it. He possessed a very large ethereal sword as well and 'drew' it out of his 'scabbard' that was attached to his side. Many of the grave robbers that came here were usually too scared to face him nor did he expect Amelia to understand his words.
He did not move but held his sword in front of him in a downwards manner, he often didn't have to move it any further for those who were wanting to rob the graves to make them run away. He had not spoken to a spirit talker in some time and it was unlikely for him to expect one to be standing in front of him.