[@Aristocles]
"Interesting. That sounds.....incredibly dangerous. If he's awake, I might be able to talk to him long enough for you to escape." He spins his scythe, and examines the golden scepter. He turns his gaze to the piles of bones, and his eyes blaze. He twitches involuntarily, his aura flaring for a moment. "So....much power....." He seems almost intoxicated by the sheer amount of necrotic power in the tomb. "We should keep moving. Before he senses my aura." He looks down at the smooth floor. "Polybius must be a great mage indeed. Freezing time like this....he hasn't aged a day. He still remembers everything from his rule." He begins moving down the passageway.