AnoYi rolled from behind the mage knight and the automaton as the dust settled from the end of the trial.  "[color=ed1c24]Is that it? We're clear?[/color]" he asked hesitantly eyeing the heaps of now inanimate bones.  He swiped his pants legs clear of bone dust and dirt as he looked around at the decayed arena around them.
  The grinding of his blade sliding back into its sheath echoed the grinding of the sandstone door to the treasure vault scraping open.  The lure of the Unknown was irresistible for the Coyote swordsman as his booted feet carried him into the vault.  The treasures within were fascinating relics of a bygone age, albeit an age AnoYi knew nothing about.  More interesting to him were the inscriptions and hieroglyphics and pictograms along the wall columns.  He read aloud to the others all that he could haltingly understand.  "[color=ed1c24]Looks like we can take the Flute.  It's not very clear on if anything else is up for grabs, tho, so let's be careful.I doubt Gutou was the only defense the Temple has otherwise all this stuff wouldn't still be here.[/color]"