The sun was high and the sand seemed to shimmer like a vast ocean of gold. It had been a while since Rikku had found himself in this part of the world. He loved feeling the warm sun on his face, though he was still partial to the moonlight. He quickened his pace as he noticed his target high up on a rock side. Flash stepping the rest of the way, Rikku appeared over his objective.

"I found you, you sneaky bastard." Jumping forward Rikku pounced through the opening of an old Egyptian temple. Looking around, beaming, he began to inspect the area all around him. To the untrained eye, it would look just like a vast open room with no doors. Smirking, Rikku began to blast out his hollow reiatsu and materialized his mask.

About 2 feet to his right, the wall began to shake, "I knew it. Took me 200 years but I finally tracked this place down." The wise voice of Kenshinri chimed in the back of his head, "Just remember that we don't know exactly what is in there, don't go fumbling around." Rikku stood at the new opening and kept his hollow reiatsu flowing. If he was right, an object of great power should be somewhere in the bottom of this temple. He wondered if the stories about the guardian was true too.

Dorian slid down from his camel and unwound the cloth protecting his face from the sun and sand to take a drink from his canteen. He'd finally gotten to that temple he'd been told to find. Something about its spiritual signature caught the attention of the Committee and he had been sent to investigate. Only Hell knew why, though.

In the Organization they did have people that could track down spiritual signatures with high precision. Dorian had no ability to use Spiritual energy, and though he could see, feel and track it well enough on the various races of the realms, there were people with specialized training that could get it done more quickly than he. The order had come from someone higher up in the wings than Sharu that he'd offended one day after beating the man in three moves at a high-stakes chess match. Apparently, six months' salary was a huge loss for a multi-millionaire.

Either way, here he was.

Unclasping his weapon from the saddle, Dorian's camel seemed to sigh with relief at being rid of the heavy weight. He'd felt hollow-type reiatsu, but nothing seemed to be threatening him enough to be swift about it. Looking over the structure before him, he walked in through the temple's front door, wary of pit falls that might have been put in place to stop flood waters from reaching the main chambers. He knew many careless individuals that entered only to fall dozens of feet to an untimely end.

He would know what he was supposed to be looking for when he found it. Until then, he'd leave no stone left unturned, though he'd certainly not leave the place in any condition other than when he found it. It would probably bring a curse down on him.