Bahadir spun, blinking in cautious surprise. Calliope turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. He shook his head. He had thought he heard something from one of the statues... 

"You're a pirate." He said, and even with the accent, it was clear it had a note of incredulity. He had been a slave, but even arena fighters had ears. He knew of Sartosa and its reputation. Granted, perhaps the common man did have greater agency to kill the other in this land. It was hard to say, he had always been made to kill. Gingerly, he took a step to the right, and his foot landed on a tile of sandstone upon the floor, only this square pressed into the floor gently. Quickly Bahadir leaped back, cursing himself for a fool, expecting a pit to open up below them to swallow them up, impaling them on spikes. 

However, the tile merely slid under the next one, and as it did so, the sand was displaced enough to reveal it had the image of the sun. He recognized the visage within the symbol. It had been Ptra, the same god who's statue had crumbled and slain a Rhinox during their hopeless arena match not a week ago. Most Arabyans were superstitious, but Bahadir was unsure of how much coincidence there truly was in the world. Perhaps the God did watch over him? Or merely watch him...

The far wall began to rumble, and it split into two, opening up into a dark corridor, the shadows oppressing the space save for a small gleam of red light in the center. A diamond upon a dias, glowing faintly. There was another whisper as a breeze flew through the long chamber into the room of idols. Bahadir and Calliope brandished their weapons, on edge. 

But all was still. 

Bahadir was poised like the tiger he had been compared to, before he stepped forward, careful with his weight upon the floor. As he approached, Calliope behind, the flames from the torch revealed the ground was littered with bones and mottled weapons, the blades eaten by the ages. They stepped, and were careful to move past the diamond. Calliope eyed it as if she were to pocket it, her fingers brushing the flawless cut, but she drew her hand back and shook her head.

"Bloody hell, I feel like I'm in a melodrama." Calliope remarked. "Ancient gods can kiss my ass. But that's a pretty thing-" 

There was a clap from above, and both of the fighters glanced up to see a column of the slim roof of stone falling on them like a guillotine. Calliope sprang forward, Bahadir leaping ahead. But as the pirate stepped, another column fell in front of her, crushing the bones beneath its immense weight. This sent the two of them squishing into one another as the columns slammed into the floor like two gateways, the torch nearly burning Bahadir's face as Calliope's face was shoved into his pectorals. Slowly, she turned her head so her face was free enough to speak. "Bloody tomb! Move sailor, that's an order!" 

"Aye Captain, just as soon as my ass can break stone!" Bahadir snapped, having learned some choice words from the dark woman, but luckily for them, the columns did not encompass the entirety of the hall. They wriggled out from between the columns, making their way down the corridor as fast as they could. Another column fell, slamming into the floor. Evidently that had caused a chain reaction, as the floor itself began to shudder. Stones gave way, their sturdy base losing a hopeless battle to gravity. Calliope leaped, and Bahadir shot left, planting his feet on the wall and launching himself from that added vantage point. With his momentum, he managed to snag Calliope's belt and boost her own inertia before they hit the floor of the following chamber, barely missing an endless drop by a mere foot.  

"Ugh, Manaan's arse." She breathed, sitting up and rubbing her head. Bahadir sat up too, revealing Calliope had landed on his chest. She slid down to plop on his thigh as Bahadir groaned, blinking. Before he could curse himself, Calliope elbowed him in the stomach eagerly and a bit too hard, causing him to grunt. 

"Bahadir, look alive!" She declared, and he followed her finger to get a good look at the rest of the room. 

Bahadir doubted it was anything close to a Sultan's treasure room, but it was more wealth than he had ever seen before in one place! Bronze, meter tall sculptures of high priests and men of imperial office framed four different doors, each with eyes of lapis lazuli and earrings of semiprecious stones. Gold sequin littered the floor, like autumn leaves surrounding an oblong pool of clean, crisp water at the center of the chamber. The roof was domed, depicting a mosaic of a witch made of jade and a man in bronze embraced in passion. Their outlines were adorned with jewels that glittered in the light. Chests of mahogany where the sequins originated (as well as various trinkets such as rings and bracelets) had been opened, with skeletons still reaching in, their heads removed or their ribs shattered from some blunt force.