Aunk walked through the ranks of snarling jackals, pushing them aside before stopping on the crest of a hill, observing a city below. His keen eyes stop on a building, it was built in a Greco-Roman style with pillars and a dome on top "There!" Aunk said pointing at it with a growl "That supposed museum is where the mortals are keeping our artifacts, stolen from our tombs." Aunk crossed his arms, gripping his flail in his coursed hands "You trust us to retrieve them, Sire?"