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[♪] The day started off as expected, desert winds gently blowing against them all as the heat bared down on the group, though sooner than Nanami expected they had come across a tomb of sorts that instantly sparked the woman's interest. She knew she had a job to do though and followed the tactics her father gave to her without hesitation, her mind locking into a mindset meant for battle. At first, Nanami was a tad too focused on possible attacks to really drink in the scene before them, but it slowly melted away as Jing realized there was no danger. It was then that Nanami really got a whiff of the blood and coughed softly as she tightened her scarf around her mouth, trying her best to guard against the stench.

Of course people never reacted kindly to scenes like this and only particular mindsets and personalities were dispositioned to take it in stride, but Nanami felt she was more of the middle-ground. While she didn't crawl away and gag at the sight, neither was she completely ignorant of what it was - especially since she could hear the subtle, sad song of life passing away still clinging to their bodies. She wasn't sure she'd ever get used to [i]that[/i]. Her father barked out orders to search for clues though while some of the others stood watch before everyone scrambled to do their assigned tasks. For a moment or two, Nanami just stood, scanning the scene as she had a special talent for noticing small details often overlooked.

Before long however, there was [i]something[/i] that seemed out of place among the limbs, the blood, and the dead - a parchment, or rather a string of parchments woven into a book of sorts. Carefully stepping over splotches of blood and body parts, she bend over and picked it up, waving it in the air a little, though most of the blood had dried by now and was mostly only clinging to the outside. [color=ff3b7a][i]'What have we here?'[/i][/color] she thought to herself as she flipped through the pages, reading carefully. After several moments, her eyes seemed to dart up ahead and then back to the book a few times, only followed by the sudden snap of it closing.

Nanami removed her scarf, letting out a sharp cough and small gag to the smell before clearing her throat. [color=ff3b7a][b]"There's also a journal here,"[/b][/color] she announced, tucking it under her arm for now as she tried her best to examine any details of the tomb. [color=ff3b7a][b]"It's about two days old... but it seems Sir Frances Darkwing was trying to solve a puzzle of some sort - driving the men to run their supplies low. Something written about being watched, which is probably whoever.. or whatever attacked them."[/b][/color] She shifted, stepping over the bodies as she walked towards the entrance going deeper. She seemed to ponder for several moments. [color=ff3b7a][b]"I just wonder what it was that they were after... but I have a suspicion that Sir Frances Darkwing may still be alive, or at least made it deeper in..."[/b][/color]

She gave her father a glance and pursed her lips. She trusted her father that he knew what he was doing, but what horrors waited them inside? Nanami had her own experiences with old world ruins and it wasn't the most pleasant thing - something she had not fully revealed to her own father, mostly because of his overprotective nature, but they could certainly house very dangerous things in them. And powerful things. She could only imagine if something like that was here and got into the wrong hands. The thought made her shiver.