The lot of them have climbed down into the small chamber, and dropped to the floor without harm. There is no sand here, aside from what small bit has fallen directly below the shaft. The stone is lighter in color, polished  and smooth; the only grit or sand seems to be that which they have brought down with them. The air is stale and dry, and a slight cloying sick-sweet scent hangs in the air At the west wall, a pair of stone doors looms, their face carved with mirrored bas-relief depictions of a warrior done in the Old Osiriani style; The figure is depicted wearing padded armor, with a scarab-shaped shield on the arm facing the viewer, and a raised kopesh held aloft in the other.<br/><br/>At the figures' feet lies the crumpled and desiccated remains of<em>someone</em>- no sculpture, this. A dark stain mars the floor around this withered heap.<br/><br/>Above is the shaft they entered from; there are no pillars or supporting walls near the hole; and the rope they climbed in on dangles there, a few inches over ten feet from the floor.<br/><br/>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/Mummys%20Mask/Maps/another%20map.jpg~original)