Harry
Once more, ranoa flies into a new area, before hopping back off once close to the ground.

He repeats the process, searching everywhere he can reach.
John
*Leaving the dead keys, Ranoa was able to find a place more protected from the dust. However it seemed like no one has been here for years. No signs of life or anything.*
Harry
He continues looking around the area, searching every crack and crevice, before speaking to himself in a confused tone.

"Huh. This is.. Pretty weird? Right?" He pauses, before speaking again. "And now I'm talking to myself. Great."

He looks up to the sky shouting in a joking manner.

"Hellooo?! Any ancient treaure wanna fall at my feet?!" 

It's more like a way to keep himself entertained, seeing as he's searched everywhere in the area now. The only place left is that weird trench, and hes saving it as a last resort.