Here's to hoping Jamie had a delicate hand. While you didn't want to barely touch the paper, you also didn't want to strong arm it and completely damage what was underneath. He'd have to keep an eye on Jamie, but after managing some of Eneesh's crew, who, while enthusiastic, lacked delicacy, Jamie was the least of his worries. Besides, Daniel didn't think Jamie could do nearly as much damage with the charcoal as Ninety-Seven nearly did wielding the trowel like a rock.
Daniel set about with the device. He took slow, measured shots of the walls, taking care to get different angles of the decorations and the layout of the room. Under his breath, loud enough for the mic to catch him, he added notes and observations. Other than that, the room was quiet. It was so quiet that Daniel easily heard the faint snick of something from across the room. He closed his eyes. Jamie.
Too late to worry about traps or anything. Whatever mechanism he'd triggered, it was already sprung. He sounded in one piece, and what was contagious was the excitement that followed. Daniel came over and knelt. Part of the wall had slid back, and tucked within the recess was what looked like parchment.
Daniel drew it out. It felt rough, more reeds than modern paper, well preserved and thickly rolled. Daniel set it on his kneels and unwrapped it.
"This is the first example of writing I've seen outside of the tower," he said, scanning the text. "The fact that the owner took great care to hide this must be incredibly significant."
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Daniel set about with the device. He took slow, measured shots of the walls, taking care to get different angles of the decorations and the layout of the room. Under his breath, loud enough for the mic to catch him, he added notes and observations. Other than that, the room was quiet. It was so quiet that Daniel easily heard the faint snick of something from across the room. He closed his eyes. Jamie.
Too late to worry about traps or anything. Whatever mechanism he'd triggered, it was already sprung. He sounded in one piece, and what was contagious was the excitement that followed. Daniel came over and knelt. Part of the wall had slid back, and tucked within the recess was what looked like parchment.
Daniel drew it out. It felt rough, more reeds than modern paper, well preserved and thickly rolled. Daniel set it on his kneels and unwrapped it.
"This is the first example of writing I've seen outside of the tower," he said, scanning the text. "The fact that the owner took great care to hide this must be incredibly significant."