Like fat Prophets, Profits? Profits.

Gabe chuckled, shaking his head with a playful smirk. A kiss, huh? Well, I'll be sure to keep my lips ready just in case you come collecting, he teased, giving Mariam a light tap on the shoulder.

He then turned his attention back to the dimly lit tomb, his expression shifting to one of focused determination. Alright, let's get back to the task at hand. That treasure isn't going to find itself.

Gabe scanned the room, his keen eyes searching for any hidden mechanisms or clues. We need to be extra careful from here on out. No more injuries, okay? Let's see if we can figure out this next puzzle without setting off any more traps.

@Mariam DeTyne