The first path lead nowhere, except to the remains of a previous explorer.
"Poor blighter." The Leader muttered and had it removed. But the next path revealed several ancient containers, some may have even held the remains of Pharoahs in their time. Most were now dust, but one held amazing things: colored writing implements of the sort that hadn't seen the light of day there in dozens of months...
‎"Did you know him?" S. Airedale asked the Leader after the remains had been brought out. "Yes, I did. Met him once over drinks at the East India Club. He wanted my buy-in for a project of his. Claimed he was on to something big. But he refused to offer any details, so I turned him down." "Good thing." Mme. K Von Schnauser said dismissively from her place at the table in the kitchen tent, and poured herself another mug of tea.
‎"What was his name?" she asked after a minute. "Oh, yes, S. Rodent. I believe." "How appropriate she said, and smiled.