Mal calmed himself. He didn't like how silent it was, so he tried to make as little noise as possible. He even made sure his breathing was reserved ans quiet. He took out his wand and eyed the tombs. He didn't have long, but he supposed he still had some time to look before he wanted to seek shelter elsewhere on the road. He knew he wanted to stay as far away as danger as possible, (within reason of course) so the disturbed tomb was not a good target. Instead, as embarrassing as it was to admit, the tomb in front of him with the bronze doors looked to be the most promising of reward. 

Slowly he strode forward and grabbed the handles of the doors, attempting to open them with one hand, his wand in the other. If this didn't work, maybe the ruined and collapsed tomb might have easy spoils.