"I didn't say we were only after traces," Bakura reprimanded mildly. "Only that there's no point in traipsing down tunnels at random and hoping we discover what you need. Isnt that why you brought me along?" He smiled, edged in the Ring's harsh light. "Who else to find a treasure buried where it's not supposed to be found?"

He rolled the chunk of stone between his fingers while the waited for the bird to return. "It is not yet mine," he pointed out. "And I don't go around giving named lightly. Thankfully I didn't have to explain to my turtle what sheneyat means, she just pulls it right out of my thoughts."

The bird returns, signifying that the path is secure and Bakura marks the wall with the chalk before they continue down the tunnel. There's a gentle curve to one side and he keeps track of it, and after they've gone a ways he stops and makes another mark, this one a different glyph. "We started east and now we've turned north," he explained.