"So we both unleashed an ancient evil..." Beren concluded, lifting Jo's leg as a tendril of the mist swept by. The warrior monk decided to just pick her up and set her near the center of the small chamber. 

"So what do we do?" Jocasta asked him, finally snapping out of her reverie and seeing the room was swiftly growing an unclean and unnatural aura. She shivered, her magical senses more attuned to such things than Beren. Down the hall, there was a crack like lightning, and ill green light flashed against the stone walls as something stirred. 

"I don't know!" Beren laughed incredulously, just appreciating how crazy every situation they got themselves in was.

"What do you mean!? This is your expertise! I excavate, you dungeon dive! You lived with dwarves underground, right?" She asked, and bonked his head multiple times with her fist as if she was knocking on a door. To Jo's surprise, it actually seemed to put an idea in her companion's head. He abruptly turned around and leaped over a stream of mist, skidding on the sandy floor before the opposite wall. Jocasta followed, keeping close to Beren's back as a low, inhuman moan escaped from down the corridor. Beren knocked his knuckles against the wall, listening intently and watching the imperfections on the sandstone as he did so. He was no dwarf, who's very anatomy helped them find flaws in stone, but he had learned enough. 

He tapped again, and the darkly handsome warrior smiled. "Keep clear," he warned her, and Jocasta slipped to the side, not wanting to back up too much. Beren closed his eyes, drawing in a long breath. His hands spun in a circuitous motion, performing an intricate set of hand movements that seemed almost a strange version of spellcasting, taking fifteen full seconds of the odd ritual, ending with his left hand palm out, his right hand curled into a fist and pulled back. 

"Beren?" Jocasta asked, but he couldn't hear her, his concentration absolute. After another heartbeat, he struck the stone wall. Jocasta gave a yelp as she felt the [i]wind[/i] from the blow. Immediately the wall fell apart, or at least a sizeable portion of it, tearing through the stone like a sword slicing through parchment. Jocasta clapped as Beren drew in another breath, and they felt a small gust of heat and a bit of sunlight on their feet. Beren and Jocasta leaped into the next room. It was a long mausoleum with a dozen stone coffins on the left and right, and at the end was a wooden doorway barely kept together. Along the coffins were carvings of different figures of strength and elegance, each with brass and silver torques adorned on their necks.

"You'll have to tell me how you did that." Jocasta said, glancing back at the shattered stone and giving a whistle. 

"I have this wonderful meal plan."

"I've noticed," she said, pinching his left pec. "but like..."

"You can plumb the depths of me later, for now we should get scarce unless we want to make friends with whatever is waking up." He declared, and as if on cue, their banter was interrupted as another flash of eldritch light erupted behind them. It hissed like a huge serpent, and the stone coffins before them began to rumble, though whether by some magic or something within them was fighting to get out, they did not wait to find out. The two adventurers sprinted down the corridor, running for all they were worth. Suddenly a large stone tile dropped before them, and to anyone who had not been constantly delving into dungeons the past two months, it would have been fatal. There looked to be no bottom in sight. But Beren leaped like a gazelle and Jocasta jumped with practiced precision, hitting the ground in a roll. Both recovered simultaneously, and they shoulder rushed into the ancient wooden door, breaking it into kindling. They reached the light of the desert sun and the heat of this strange new land.