Voph spent most of the journey in silence, fiddling with his visor.  Once he was satisfied with the results, he donned his helmet again, and continued to walk in silence helmet rising occasionally to allow him access to his flask.  He also checked, double checked, and triple checked his ammo count.  Thirty-two in all, split into groups of 8.  He hoped it would be enough, else he might have to find a sturdy stick by the end of it.

As the group drew near the obelisk, the vague hint of a smile played across his face.  Not that he would dare share this with the group, but the malevolent aura emanating from the pillar reminded Voph of home more than anything else he had experienced.  There was a faint whisper on the wind.  One he figured only Traveler could hear, though to him, the sound must have been deafening.  Voph looked at his hand, and fingers curled into a fist as he drifted into thought.  It had been a long time since he had been in a magic nexus strong enough to invoke a reaction from him.  The last time....well... The smile on his face vanished just as quickly as it had appeared.  His father would have loved to study this place.  His mother might have shown an interest as well.  Seeking a distraction from the painful memories, he glanced to Rosa.  

"Oh, an ego?  Lovely.  Should make our job somewhat easy.  Ego usually means overconfident.  Overconfident means exploitable weaknesses.  As for accessing his tomb, I'd be of little help.  I was never much good at archaeology classes, and the teachers always hated when I pointed out how cliche "blood tribute" entrances have become..."