Following Wolfe into the chamber, Cornelius was almost trembling with excitement. What other wonders awaited them? He could only imagine what sort of mysteries awaited them. A kid in a toy store was a pretty accurate description for how he was feeling right now. If only he could take some of these findings home with him, even if it would probably be impossible either way. It was a shame that cameras were nothing like they are in this modern time. Not like he was aware of that, mind you. He honestly had no idea what the world was like beyond these ruins. Deep down, perhaps there was a part of him that didn’t really want to find out. It would only be natural. The world is a dangerous place, and did not treat ignorance kindly. Well, that was how it was in his world anyway; who knew how it was for others.<br/><br/>The lynx examined the odd layout carefully. “No, unfortunately. I can’t say I have.” It truly was yet another curious thing. Should he go up to it? Touch it? That might not be a good idea now that he was thinking about it. He folded his arms and slowly walked toward it. The air in here seemed a lot staler than it had been before; it felt like there was a weight on his shoulders. Ignoring it, he looked around at the markings. Maybe there was some kind of hint as to what this represented around here? It was just a thought. Since they were here they might as well search around some more, it didn’t hurt to think of all the possibilities. “Maybe there is some kind of hint in the writings? I believe it might be worth looking into.” He gestured toward the markings and then gave a shrug.<br/><br/>“I’m sure we’ll find something here.” Well, maybe, maybe not. That was all part of the mystery, right?<br/><br/>Cornelius rubbed his chin in thought, continuing to move about the area. The pictures in here were different from the ones in the cavern leading here. Yet, he couldn’t help but feel it was connected in some way, and he would continue to look for one. Or maybe he was thinking that because he so desperately wanted there to be connection. There probably wasn’t, but let’s not tell him that. When he moved back over to the center of the room, he stared at the twig once more. It looked a lot more fragile than it had at a distance. The lynx wondered if it would snap at any moment, if one wrong move was made. The way it was displayed left him wondering if this was used for some kind of ritual or ceremony. Hey, anything was possible. If this was some sort of ritual, perhaps an altar or something, his curiosity had just increased a little.<br/><br/>Perhaps a little too much. Cornelius grabbed the twig and began to gingerly pull it from its place with his good hand. He had forgotten about his sprain until now, and it wasn’t really that important. At the moment he was far too fascinated with the twig to care.