"Alas our bodies are spent. I fear if I do not make it soon to the surface with fresh sunshine and a bed not made of cracked straw I will be too weak to ever make the journey out. Hopefully my labor will be of benefit to this place. Working under these secretive conditions, behind a bouldered wall allowing for no draft, while also being prohibited from chanting, prayers, or singing during labors so as not to give away our position was spirit-entombing to say the least. But it is what Pharaoh's viziers wish; if this is where He wants to be truly buried so be it. Now that we are finished they tell us we must leave by the morning, for we are not allowed to look upon the form of a Djinn and one is coming to bless the eye before the goddess, so whereby when an offering is made of what is sacred he who does so may be able to awaken the Pharaoh's afterlife. Sounds about right, we work for a 3 months and then at a moment's notice when our use is achieved we are given no time but none to leave; but I am happy to leave so no matter. To look upon a Djinn may be once in a life but also may be deadly so for my part I am happy to return to my wife and bed."