"Fuck," Mal cursed, squinting at the scrawling script to make sure he read it correctly, and cursing again when he realized he had. He sighed, feeling like it was just his luck. Contemplating for a moment, he realized he hadn't come here for small risk small reward. Even so, he looked past the tomb to the rubble, eyeing it for a moment before realizing he would likely come in this more, likely dangerous one afterwards anyway. Leveling his wand, Mal decided to open the tomb door. 

He made no sound, except for any the door might give away. Hopefully the sunlight streaming in would deter any abomination that happened to be lurking within. 
[@Mae]