The catacombs were dark, but not dank. The Only Ones had chosen to burry their dead in a long, winding maze of tunnels just under their arid grasslands and above the water table. Ridged skulls lined the walls, clawed appendages twisted in unnatural positions along the tunnel ceilings and floors. The Only Ones had not been, as they thought, the only sentient life forms in the universe. They had been conquered, dying out millennia ago, leaving all of this behind. Tyrol shined his light on the treasures buried with the dead, knowing he’d make a fortune on the black market.