Chapter 49
"Well, that was unexpected," Isobel declared.
Not really. It was, however, a time waster. "We should get moving. Their appearance on your grandfather's land is bound to attract attention."
"If they set off alarms, then he won't waste time coming back." Isobel's lips tightened as she turned to the crypt. "How do we open it?"
She pounded on the door, shoved it with her shoulder, kicked it.
"I don't think that's working," he remarked.
"I see that, smartass," she snapped with a glare. "Maybe it's sealed with magic." She slapped a worn-out crest carved into it and squeaked, the sound almost drowned out by the grinding of stone.
"Good job, duckie. You unlocked it."
Indeed the crypt revealed an entrance, the stone door swinging open with a mighty creak.
Drawing her magical sword, Isobel darted inside, and he followed, only to find himself vastly underwhelmed.