In the end, my compatriot had little tolerance for long-winded speeches. I could tell from the lack of detail in her response that she probably only got half of what I was saying at best, but then the information I provided was hardly crucial to her objective in that graveyard of a city. History lessons aside, the only other thing that really mattered to anyone in Aysut that night was the complete and utter destruction of the ghost riders' commander – or, more precisely, the source from which he drew his power. Miraanda was a member of this latter group, according to her own words, so I was not at all surprised when she decided to go on without me after I nodded to her assumption.
Something that did surprise me, however, was the appearance of a certain thief's scent before the phoenix's departure. I smelled Shiloh on the wind long before she wound up near the depiction of Xunatar's slaying, but her identity had escaped me until I saw her scuffling about on the far side of the statue. She was keeping her distance, as was typical for a rogue of her stature; but I could still hear her when she self-narrated her short monologue. Ironically, we were both sharing similar thoughts about the statue in front of us, and that was a coincidence that brought a smile to my face in the otherwise dreary place.
Now, at this point, my group of three would probably have parted ways. We had similar goals, true, but all of us were loners. We didn't really like working with others unless required to – or at least that was my experience. However, the next words out of my mouth left us with little other choice than to cooperate with one another, even if that hadn't been my intention at all.
"Honestly," I had said once Shiloh appeared, "It never ceases to amaze me how much deities have in common with the mortals they despise. Sardon, like a village fool, pissed in his own well to say he owned it; and, just like that fool, he's been labeled inconsequential; condemned to obscurity where he belongs. Xunatar is more a threat than him now, and his flunkeys can't face that reality. That's why they create these tasteless statues."
Unfortunately for me and my biting tongue, Rudjek was listening at that moment. His anger became palpable in the air of the antechamber almost instantaneously, followed by the appearance of a sandstorm inside the room. The grains from said storm flowed viciously into the joints of the statue I had just criticized, bringing its sandstone likeness to life just as the winds died down.
"Apparently Mr. Tall Dark and Mummified heard me," I proclaimed as I saw the formerly inanimate Sardon now springing to life! I was prepared to confront him, to take responsibility for my own misstep; but something odd happened following his resurrection which prevented me from doing so. For some reason unknown to me, the statue turned away after his rebirth. He had been summoned to fight me, the one who had insulted his likeness, but, instead, he went after Shiloh. The colossus took his glaive and stabbed it in the rogue's general direction with enough force to crack the floor of the pyramid itself. He didn't stop with that, either, continuing to march in her general direction with no sign of abating violence.
Under normal circumstances, I would have tried to distract that stony behemoth away from the woman, especially since she had played no role in his awakening; but, frankly, that night had me more trigger happy than usual - a lot more. The statue had gotten his first and only attack in before I could counter, and, after that, he only lived for less than two seconds. A thunderous roar louder than even the most raucous of airship cannons filled the entire antechamber shortly thereafter, turning the living golem's hips into a pile of rubble and ash in a flash of light. For the first time in years, Toirneach had rang out, defeating Rudjek's minion in a single blow before sending it toppling to the ground.
This act of mine potentially saved Shiloh's life, but it also trapped our entire party inside the pyramid. I was wearing beeswax in my ears to protect them from the weapon's feedback at the time, so I didn't notice at first. After I removed the plugs, though, I heard the sound of every nearby mummy as they began congregating around the temple. They knew intruders had breached their perimeter now, and they were surrounding the pyramid to trap us inside. I didn't even need to inform the others in that room of this development, because the sight was plain to see. Undead streamed in through the main entrance like mosquitoes unto a fair maiden.