“Dun know who else it could be,” Jötz sniffed, “Dun see no shiny schtuff or toys or gold anyvhere, really. Chust books. A lot of… books.” The Jaeger had been temporarily distracted by the sight of Ivy climbing up onto the desk, her rump in the air and then with her looking back over her shoulder at him as she was. He had a hard time believing any man alive who wouldn’t have been distracted at the sight! And maybe a few dead ones at that!

But his Jaeger senses told him that there was still some danger here abouts. “Ist like a tomb or crypt in here.” He looked around trying to see anything out of the ordinary but all he could see were the damned-

He frowned. It couldn’t be that simple could it? Really? Although it made sense in a strange sort of way, he had to admit. What else would a Spark truly value after all? Not saying a word, Jötz purposefully moved his bulk across the room to examine the books closer. He could read. Only he had the grasp of only a few modern languages, and whatever the words were upon the spines of the collected works, they were alien to him. Roman alphabet, yes, but that was all that was familiar. Or was it perhaps a code? Snorting, he realized it might even be both.

Reaching out carefully with one talon, he snagged the top of one book’s spine and tugged ever so slightly on it. There was resistance. Nodding thoughtfully, he turned back to his companion.

“Vell, Hy gots good news und bad news.” He gestured to the wall of the book cases, filled completely with their wide assortments of texts, books, tombs, and manuscripts. “Hy tink da treasure ist right here in front oft us. Only is booby-trapped. See?”

Jötz tugged further on the spine in hand until the book was half toppled from its place. Behind the walls there came a clicking sound, and the door swung shut again. Lacking a lock thanks to Petris, it immediately rebounded off of the frame and swung back open. The trap seemed to have been already disarmed accidentally thanks to Ivy’s latest creation. Shrugging, he released the book. “It looks like he vanted to take it mit him. Like one oft dem der ancient kings, ja? Only mit out all da wrappings und dead slaves to guard his grave.”