You may try, but I regret that you won't be able to count on the Society for assistance. Such a tomb would be guarded by the most fearsome animunculi in the complex, and I'm not eager for a repeat of what happened to our departed colleagues.

More or less, and I'd be happy to let you know what I figured out. But first, I need to get back to camp. I'm parched, and dying for a square meal. Let's talk there.

I already told you all I know. Good luck.

Right. My confinement gave me plenty of time to think. A tomb for a king would hardly be sealed with an ordinary, pickable lock, would it? They'd use a custom puzzle lock that can only be opened with a special key. I swear I read something about Dwemer royalty using locks like that in some book or other, but I can't for the life of me remember what or where. Ulvo would know, though. He was the one who lent me the book. Now, what was it called...? Maybe the key is somewhere else in the ruins.