"I've been here twice and it hasn't collapsed on me," Perrilon said, giving a dismissive wave. Now thrice might be a different matter, but what was treasure-hunting without a little risk involved?

The interior was cool and dark, with a few gaps in the ceiling that let light (and heat and sand) into the narrow stone chambers. Perrilon led the way into the closest, where a crumbling altar stood at the far end--this place had likely been a shrine of some sort, though to whom she hadn't discovered yet.

Behind them, an insubstantial figure detached itself from the shadows and hissed ominously. Apparently, having two people invade the ruins was too much for it to handle.