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Kalkahnor stood in awe at the sight. He looked to Jetharius with excitement. The thought mulled over in his head once again. Chromatic and metallic... He dismissed the thought. Jetharius has his own business. I won't pry... yet. He gave attention to the childish lasher. "Well then, we shall see about this sigil." Kalkahnor walked inside. The stone was very solid with almost a polished look. Dwarven masonry almost. Kalkahnor reached into his pack and pulled out a small pebble. "You may want to cover your eyes at first." he warned his companions. With a simple touch the stone flickered with a little light then suddenly burst into a shining sun. Kalkahnor rubbed his fingers over the pebble while shielding his eyes from the gleaming light. The intensity lowered and the room became magically lit up until the closed doorway. Kalkahnor chuckled, "I still have to fix that."

As Kalkahnor wandered down the hall he marveled at the craftsmanship. It was obviously ancient with no trace of magic to perserve it. Yet the stone seemed to have been finished only hours before. He looked up to the ceiling that would have normally been out of sight. It seemed that chandelier type rocks were hanging from the ceiling. Attached to them were crystal's that, from what Kalkahnor suspected, once lit the ancient hallway. He brought his attention back to eye level running his hand across the wall. A scratch stood out from the masonry. Kalkahnor examined it, and could barely make out a message, Should tides take you... Take air from tides. Kalkahnor smiled. A children's riddle. He walked further down the hallway where a carved sigil in the floor had lay that Red had mentioned. "UP" Kalkahnor read aloud. "It seems like it is very primitive magic to say the least. But no magical aura surrounds it." He looked up. "It may have been used as a charm for someone to reach the crystals above to replace them if they lost their energy, since most crystals that produce light require sunlight from time to time."

He made his way back down the hallway to Jetharius and Sephorra who had now stepped inside and were examining the place for themselves. "The sigil appears to be nothing to worry about." Kalkahnor couldn't restrain himself. "So which parent was metallic Jeth?"