[ He gives the spot a dirty look. The earth looks recently disturbed at least. That will make it easier to dig.
Sighing loudly, he extends a hand. A sharp, pointed drill of wind stabs into the ground and swiftly flings aside dirt. As long as G'raha stands behind Emet-Selch none of it will get on him.
Eventually, a small chest is uncovered. The Ascian easily levitates it out of the hole and brings it to rest at his feet. Inside are his robes. The set he died in. ]
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Sighing loudly, he extends a hand. A sharp, pointed drill of wind stabs into the ground and swiftly flings aside dirt. As long as G'raha stands behind Emet-Selch none of it will get on him.
Eventually, a small chest is uncovered. The Ascian easily levitates it out of the hole and brings it to rest at his feet. Inside are his robes. The set he died in. ]