Anou pulled out his notepad, which was covered in sketches of tunnels that formed a labyrinth. There were even notes on the parts where walls closed in, floors dropped away, or the terrain otherwise shifted. "I made this on the way down. My old Journalism professor said I was always too detailed." He shrugged, a bit embarrassed. "As for the chant..." He looked flustered for a moment then spoke a few words. It was in a singing chant, and some of the words were in a form close enough to modern Arabic for those who spoke it to pick out a few words: "Release...mighty....bring....hope....end." "That's all I could remember of it though."