A small room, with a single pedestal.

Elizabeth held the lantern in front of her and cautiously stepped through the doorway. Dust kicked up where she stepped and the air was stale with age. Winston had the gun out, and Muhammad finished clearing more of the sand from the doorway. After a few steps the tunnel expanded into a small room, maybe 5 meters square. The walls were solid stone with hieroglyphs and paintings in the Egyptian style. Her jaw dropped, "See Winston, I told you we'd find something!"

Winston holstered the gun and stepped into the little room with her, "Not much of anything it seems." Instead of the walls, he stepped towards its center. In the middle of the room stood a single pedestal. It seemed to be the only thing in the room, save for a few piles of sand. Had a square top, about chest high, and about as wide as a man. It's sides were also covered in hieroglyphs. "Lizzie, come take a look at this."

She moved the lantern toward the pedestal. "What do you think it is? Someone's head?"

Winston frowned. "It looks like a jar..."

"Well sure, but didn't they put people's bits in jars when they mummified 'em?" they were standing before the pedestal now. On its top was indeed a jar, brownish red in the light, and it was about the size of a man's head. The top of the jar had a lid or stopper of some sort sealing it shut.

"Hey Moe, what does this say?", Lizzie brought the lantern closer to the pedestal. He stood beside her and peered at the writing, occasionally brushing sand and dust from it.

"Teh... Sa... Uhh, if I'm reading this right it says..."