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Awakening
Caithryth pushes the stone lid with all her might, determined by the solider's sudden fear somehow. At first, the lid is quite hard to move, but midway through her pushing, it becomes easier to move the stone. That is when both Caithryth and Athlenah notice a bony hand on the edge of the lid, reaching up from inside the tomb, seemingly helping Caithryth push...
Athlenah says, "Caithryth, stop! It's still alive!"
Caithryth chuckles and shakes her head. "Bullshit, it's just stuck to something on the lid. Keep pushing!"
Athlenah walks over to Caithryth and tries to stop her. "No, really! Its still alive! Stop pushing, so it won't get free!"
Gaeded watches on, not saying a word. She keeps her hand on the hilt of her sword, just in case something does happen...
Athlenah's words are too late. The lid, by Caithryth's and maybe the skeleton's arm's strength, slides off. The arm lands limply against the side of the tomb for some moments after that.
Caithryth reaches for the limp arm and gives it a shake, as if to wave to Athlenah with it. "See?"
Athlenah steps back with a concerned expression, "Please don't do that!"
Caithryth is able to grab the hand and wave it about for a few moments. The fingerbones, however, seem quite stiff when she waves the arm. There is a clicking sound as Caithryth does this, though it is barely audible to the company. As she waves the arm, Caithryth suddenly feels a tugging and the skeletal arm suddenly pulls down and tries to grab Caithryth's wrist. She is just able to let go of the arm in time and the arm disappears back into the tomb for a few moments. Then, two hands shoot up and grab the edge of the coffin. Raising up from inside, appears a skeleton with a golden helmet, tattered red tunic and golden armour. It cracks its head to look at them. If a skeleton could look pissed off, this skeleton certainly does.

