The story of Shub-Ishur is an alluring one. A city supposedly swallowed up by the earth and the sands, forever lost to time until now. Supposedly the rulers of the city decided that upon their death they would seal up the city to make up their elaborate tomb. Therefore, in the afterlife they would have an entire city to service them, from the artisans to the bakers to the menagerie keepers. The people of an entire city trapped under the ground to die with their leaders... at least that was what the stories went. If there was any factual truth to it, Hedenabi was not so sure. So far Shub Ishur was a city under the ground, and very dangerous.  The emptiness of it all was more unnerving to her than the traps that picked off their party one by one.<br/><br/>Despite the traps and deaths surrounding them, Hedenabi found time to make rubbings of some of the pictographs and accompanying art upon imported papyrus from the west. While she tried to get a sense of what all the walls said, it was too much to discern while avoiding traps. So, she spent careful seconds in between traps. Hedenabi looked at the walls, and if any pictographs stood out to her then she would take out a piece of papyrus to etch the space on. She copied the most important ones that might serve useful later, like about secret throne room entrances, or a specifically beautiful hymn to some god. But now the little bundle of paper was dropped upon the ground as she saw Ninsunu smashed to the ground.<br/><br/>For what it's worth, Hedenabi acted quickly and not so irreverently now. She kicked the bundle as she ran behind Queluna and Amelia. She would let them fight while hopefully finding something useful to get out of this damned room.