The stairs went down to a fairly normal looking hallway.  It stretched on, the walls free of any markings.  Simply stepping into the tomb it felt odd.  Something didn’t feel right, even being alone it felt as if someone was near.  If that person was good or bad, it couldn’t be told.  The floor was also cold stone.  There was no sand on it and no dust either.  The air didn’t even smell musty.  It was as if the tomb hadn’t aged a day since it had been built.  Completely untouched, even by time, everything was fresh and new.  The hallway and stairs were a little bigger then most.  They were about 20 feet tall, as if made for someone three times the normal size of a person.  Maybe large objects had to be carried into the tomb?  At the end of the hall it opened up into a room but a pair of eyes stared back at them.  Directly across from the hallway was the first marking.  They were two red eyes on the wall.  They were about six feet off of the ground.  It was strange.  Looking at them closely it seemed as if the rock itself was red, not that they were painted on.  The room was about fifty feet, a perfect circle.  There were five other hallways on the left side of the room and five on the right side.  They were all large like the first one.  There were no other markings besides the eyes to tell where the hallways lead to.  However, stepping into one of the hallways would take away any second thoughts about leaving the tomb.  If they entered one of the hallways in the room, a door suddenly slammed down and blocked the way back out.  In the room, it would look as if that hallway was never there.  The part of the door that was on the inside of the room was curved and made a seamless transition with the rest of the wall.  The new hallways would be just like the first, markless and stretching onward.