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The man with the bird now stands at the entry halls of the buried palace. The sand that once stood in his way, blown away by a denizen of the winds, Silvana and her companion-convenanter, Sirgus the wind-walker.

"Ahh! Easy task when no mean monsters comes about!" the sylph boasts, her arms crossed as she now sat at Sirgus' shoulders. She spook no lie, for outside, the remains of ancient humanoid beasts rested in the sand, waiting tobe engulfed and forgotten by time.

As the man inspected the entrance, Sirgus walked by his side "Outlander, be wary if you seek further entrance. This place is privy to traps about the place. We will assist you in however we can, but I must ask you to remain steadfast. More of what we faced outside dwell within".

"Yeah! These unfun things roam the place like it never was in style!" Silvana whines, clearly discontent with the fact that these were not merely mischevious like her.

(After giving you three former who went to look down on your guy, this is the least I can do)