The adventurers encounter only the sounds of their own footfalls within the tombs’ oppressive silence as they make their way back to the crypt of the necromancer. Lampert’s lantern, held high, throws wavering amber light on the moisture stained walls as the company presses forward.

The crypt appears undisturbed. The grotesque statue remains in its place, a faint crimson glow emanating from the demonic figure. The tarnished silver lid to the sarcophagus on the far wall has not been moved.

Mazzahs had provided Dilemma with a palm sized disc, carved from lapis lazuli, and etched with a trio of runic symbols. ”Place this atop the sarcophagus’ lid,” the wizard had instructed her, ”It will undo the magics which guard it.”

As they survey the crypt once again, from somewhere far to the south, a single, desperate cry is heard, which is quickly stifled by the forbidding quiet.

Barnabus is nearly so excited by the eventual prospect of presenting that grotesque majesty to their benefactor that he momentarily forgets his eagerness to discover the sarcophagus's contents. Just for a moment. No one likes a bossy boss, he reminds himself, and thus remains silent for just this once.

As the group moves through the now familiar halls of the catacombs, Dax feels a shiver run down his spine.

The ranger has to pry his eyes from the demonic statue, to look at Dilemma, "Now what?"

Not much interested in sprit banishing rituals, Ishmael waits at the edge of the doorway, watching for something to come.

 Dilemma turns her nose up at the cry.

 "Now..." Dilemma says, disc in hand, "I place this on the lid."  Her tone is very matter-of-fact.

 With that, and with very little pomp about it, the conjurer places the disc upon the lid.  She waits...