Michael
*She was not particularly interested in what was in the ruins or what the ruins were about what so ever. Instead as you investigate she silently sets up an entire tea kit. And makes a small fire to boil the water. She sets out a bunch of small glass jars of herbs and a single lemon. By the time you ask her if she speaks she has a glass of tea ready and is drinking it. She also is mixing one for you as well* 

*She smiles warmly and gives you a light nod but still dosent say anything.*
Anna
*Sirdan rolled his eyes as she set up the tea, wondering what she is doing. He continued his investigation as she prepared the tea, and looked toward her.* 

"I don't know if we should be making tea at this point in time, stranger." *He said, still not having obtained the name of is companion. He is looking visibly worried,*"My name's Sirdan. You?"
Michael
*She would finish up her cup of tea then places a cup in your hand. Its made of jade and its a cylinder with engravings of fish koi fish all over it. It smells of citrus and the steam would wisp up its certainly hot. But jade takes a while to get hot making it a decent cup to hold such tea*

*She would then walk past you standing at the entrance of the ruins kind of ignoring your presence before saying in a soft fluffy voice like a pillow* "Meztu Kianaco, last of the butterfly wings." *She would pull the hood back revealing the hairpin of a purple butterfly keeping her bun in place and from her side she slips on a big wooden mask that covers her face. It's of a butterfly with a purple body green wings and the tips are blood red. It looks old used for a while washing it has faded the paint and its chipped on the edges*
Stephen
*After this brief exchange, the two headed further down into the tunnel. As they did, the walls began to become progressively less decorated. It reached a point to where the stone of the tunnel was soon replaced with earthen rock, the tunnel continuing to wind down as they descended further inside.*

*They walked for a while until the tunnel began to widen into a cave - a room. It was rather large, like the interior of a throne room, but was surprisingly empty. Empty save for an obelisk at the center - an obsidian pillar that stood as tall as three men before them. In front of the pillar was a stone basin, rough around the edges, with splotches of what seemed to be dried blood flecked across it. Aside it, carelessly lying on the ground, was a curved, ornate dagger. Though it seemed to be old, the blade gleamed with a razor-sharp edge.*

*Etched into the sides obelisk were, astoundingly, words you could understand. It seemed to be Silnarian, but an old, archaic dialect.* 

*"You stand at the gate to the eminent kingdom, a costly toll is due;
Offer your flesh, your blood to the earth - lest the hands of hell grip you!"*
Anna
*He looked at the jade cup, and then stared at her, and back at the cup. The cup was... Very valuable, a precious kind of green. Something too valuable to be carrying around on battlefield.* 

*He took the cup of tea, sniffing at it briefly, tensing up all of a sudden as the entrance to the ruins came into his peripheral vision - he was reminded this was no time for relaxation.* 

*He looked at the purple girl and nodded,*"Nice to know you, Meztu." *He turned around toward the ruin entrance, timidly sipping on the tea, blowing air on it to cool it down faster. Then he just hurriedly handed back the teacup.* 

"Thanks, make sure it doesn't break. Let's get fighting." 

*He readied his weapons and descended down the tunnel, looking around for any Silnarian he can decipher. And he looked at the dagger.* 

*He tried to discern if any traps were ahead - or any holes were on the ground, entrance of some sort... Or somewhere where blood or flesh would be literally expected.* 

*He also examined for signs of who left the dagger here - clearly, it must've been here recently to be this sharpened and in this condition. Or it was made of bronze.*
Michael
*Meztu would read this then look around they exam the walls, and starts walking light on there feet, walking with there toes first pressing on the floor so incase they hit a pressure plate. She utterly ignores the colorful threat again she really seems indifferent about the setting as she attempts to find the way forward.

*She knows enough that stabbing herself with an ancient sword to do what a random eerie stone tablet said to do is very stupid. Infections abound! Nobody would be foolish enough to do such a thing*
Stephen
*As you look around the room, you'd notice several dark holes scattered around the sides. They seemed large enough to fit a small person in. However, the bloodied basin aside the obelisk seemed to be the most obvious place to put your offering.*

*From what you could see, there weren't any traces of traps in the room. At a glance, it seemed to be safe.*

*There would be no signs of anyone who could have left the dagger there, however. For that matter, no other indications of other life seemed to be present in the area. And contrary to Meztu's expectations, the dagger blade was quite clean - it was the craftsmanship and style of the handle that was old.*
Michael
*Now shes more suspicious of that dagger and. Lucky for her she is a small person so she would keep her cloak on and start to enter through the holes. Dagger be dammed*

*She hasent said anything else to her companion and she is just leaving through the first hole on the right side*
Anna
*At least the room looked safe. He looked at the dagger blade, and the bloodied basin.* 

"Hey, wait, what if we grabbed an animal from outside and tried to say, sacrifice it on that altar?"
Michael
*She would pause and sigh* "Dont trust. Dagger most likely illusion or cursed. I'll let you know. What I find." *Her voice is soft and echoed in the small dark tunnel. And her speaking is choppy like shes still getting the feel for the language*

*Then she continues crawling thru the tunnel*
Anna
"...Well then." *Sirdan took a pause, and looked at the bloodied basin for any sign of recent sacrifice, and how dried the blood was, before he proceeded to follow Meztu slowly, trying to leave a room to retreat.* 

*Before he did so, he'd examine any of the remaining holes for sign of movement.*