A Dream of Riches

It’ll be trouble if Pontifex Charmion finds us poking among the ruins of her gods. But the Ancients are either gone or dead, and we’ve nothing to fear from a bunch of unmoving statues and dusty bones. Titus swears he saw a skeleton turn its head. I said he’d taken too many knocks on his. I ran a few dusty skulls through with my spear, just in case. None of them so much as sneezed. We’ll be fine. Just have to find any treasure and run. Then we’ll be rich.