Stephen
*In Meztu's hole, she'd find that it actually took a steep dive downwards. They'd have to risk falling down the pipe, taking a one way ticket into the deepest bowels of the temple. If they did, it would be impossible to come back up the way they came. Unless, of course, you were Spiderman.*

*As Sirdan looked into the basin, he'd also find a miniature mass of flesh squashed at the center, laying haphazardly in a pool of blood. Unlike the bits at the outer edges of the bowl, this blood surrounding the mass was a bit runny - liquidlike, even. On further inspection, Sirdan would recognize it to be a goat heart.*

*There was an insignia on the inside of the basin that marked half-full. It was colored a deep red from the sacrificial offering, and so was the rest of the lower half of the bowl. But something didn't line up - the blood pooled around the heart was merely one-quarters full. If there was enough blood to fill the basin halfway, how come there was only one-quarter of it left inside the bowl? Blood didn't evaporate; it only dried up. Perhaps something was amiss.*
Michael
*Thankfully she had a mask on so her disgusted face cant he seen she holds back the urge to gag on the smell alone. She really dosent want to head down there its obvious. She grabs one of her glass jars and drops it at the basin to see what happens to it before dropping down*

"....Neh." *She makes a kind of digusted noise of discontent at it. She hates getting dirty for no reason kimonos are annoying to clean*
Anna
*Sirdan would walk back out of the hole, shaking his head,*"I don't think walking into random hole in a temple is a great idea, you know." 

*He would look at the heart, examining for any mechanism that would allow the blood to evaporate - there should probably be some sort of sink hole.* 

*And since the blood wasn't dried, he sniffed at it, trying to discern how fresh it was - someone must've made a sacrifice here very very recently.* 

"Someone was here before us. Within a day or two."
Stephen
Is there anything in the jar

*The jar in the basin sat there doggedly. Nothing happened.*

*Sirdan could figure out that the heart seemed to be a few hours old, at most. As for signs of a sinkhole, he wouldn't be able to tell. It was either that the sinkhole didn't exist, or was obstructed from view, now with the jar added into the mix.*
Anna
*Sirdan decided to continue his investigations, looking for sign for footsteps from the previous visitor. Disturbed dirt, accumulated dust. Surely a ruin as old as this would've accumulated dust of some sort.*

*Even an idiot could see dirt moved away by wind or by human movement. He thought*
Stephen
*On closer inspection, Sirdan would be able to notice slight disturbances around the obelisk. Disturbed bits of loose pebbles and the like - it looked as if someone had been studying all sides of the monument. He would also notice these nuanced steps leading from the mouth of the tunnel opening now that he clearly studied them. Oddly enough, there wasn't actually anything that might have hinted of him leaving the place from where he entered.*
Anna
*Sirdan decided to probe further. Clearly, someone offered and gone before him, and there is no exit yet. He kept looking for signs of where did the man go to, whether it is one of the small hole or not*

"Meztu. Someone was here a few hours before us. Do you see where have they gone?"