“Bah, three months and I still can’t make heads or tails of these runes. Three months! Ah well, maybe this dig will help. Come along, we don’t have all day.” Waving his partner over, Alan Burrows began making his way to the entrance, the stone steps shielded by a recently – and hastily – erected wooden canopy. It didn’t keep all the sand out, but it stopped the entrance from being blocked. Desert excavations were always a pain, and not least because of the clothing that he had to wear – granted, the headscarf and such were practical, keeping sand and heat and such off of him. However, that was not to say he liked them. Taking a sip on his canteen – making sure to preserve it – Burrows moved forward with all due haste, eager to get to the main chambers, where he believed the key to the runes would be found.