<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9lGWV3a.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Orosa Keenai</span>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sEiwC_ydoYccJVz6heRhxN5wr2JXa-JmZZHIaW5m9dU/edit)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> The entire time they marched, Orosa was deep in thought about their prey. They were cattle thieves, but was that all they were? Were they simply men and women tired of being poor and hungry so they stole what they could? Or were they ex-soldiers looking for an easy score? Knowing who they were chasing so they could properly prepare was just as important as finding the cattle, for if they were killed in the course of the mission, what would change? Their deaths would be the only fact that altered if they failed. The cattle would still be gone, the thieves would still be free, and the villagers would still be hungry. It was for that reason he kept his eyes peeled for anything noticeable or out of the ordinary as they walked.<br/><br/> When he realized where they were being led, the stigma and taboo of this evil, cursed place, he said a prayer to his ancestors and the God's all around to ward away from them and keep them safe from the foul remnants of the past and the dead who couldn't pass on. He at least felt better seeing the incompetence in leaving cattle around to just be collected and taken back. It showed him these people weren't the smartest, and that was good, as it meant they would make more mistakes. Every little bit helped in his opinion. Without fear, but armed with plenty of caution, Orosa entered with the others. <br/><br/>It was easy to see now that some sort of violence had taken place, as signs of struggle were all over, and there was a notable amount of spilled blood. The worst of all was the desecration of the tomb, which meant they'd torn it apart to get inside. <em>"Fools!,"</em> he said with a contemptible sneer as he spat on the ground. "They don't know what potential evils they've unleashed, and now it's our job to clean up their mess." Tamba shook his head, talking about the fallacy of man. Orosa turned to him and shook his head in response. <br/><br/>"Fallacy is a simple mistake or poor judgment. That gives them too much credit, my friend. This...? This was greed, pure and simple. They wanted what was not theirs, so they took it. They wanted a place to stay for free, so they plundered a tomb. And now the consequence is death and ancient horrors awaken from their eternal sleep." As they entered the long room after descending the staircase, he marveled at the beauty of this place. It was probably wonderful and lively in it's heyday, but now it was a quiet tomb, a reminder of the past and nothing more. "We have three ways to go. Any suggestions?"<br/></span>