Turi hacks phlegm from his irritated throat as he carefully climbs down at Vershab's heels. "Don't much like trying to take down traps I can't see," he grumbles. "Maybe next time, you guys can at least back up? No sense in killing everyone, when it could just be me!" With a tone that reveals no hint of whether his words are intended in jest, he steps through the doorway.

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Taking to the slope, he climbs fairly easily, and stops just short of the crest, with an expression of confusion. "Uhhh... Crocodile skulls mean anything to you all? Other than Sebti?" Glancing past, he notes the emotive visages and gestures towards them. "and I can't tell what this guy thinks about our intrusion, but I'm pretty sure he's not happy about it."