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That night, Wingate spent her night as she usually did. She too had gone through the same enchantment that the ancient culture instilled in Lucille. Many thoughts and questions went through her mind as she was in the bath. Who was this fogotten hero "An'Kan?" Why would such a tomb be made for him or her if they were forgotten and unspoken like this? Would Lucille's predictions of a secret passage way come to light; after all, it wasn't unheard of for the Isz to build secret entrances in their tombs or temples.

No matter, she had to get a good night sleep. She didn't want to look tired for tomorrow and had to be running on all gears. 

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The next morning she headed on out of her flat. She lived a humble life, despite her reputation in the archeology and caster community. A small, out of the way flat in New Wickborough. Oh how she would love to live in one of those large manors that all the rich and famous have, but she didn't want to draw too much attention to herself. Her outfit was different to her usual outfit. A pair of cargo pants, a button up shirt, and a hat more suited for the hot sun. She was going to a tomb after all. 

[color=8882be]Greetings~[/color] She said, standing at the stoop of her flat, as she saw the car parked out.