Concubine Trainer

"...uhh, what is the English word... not quite wife? Concubine Trainer. Yes, that is about right. See this here, is woman, and modifies it to wife, but this modifies it again to be... lesser or not", Moe looked over the pedestal's hieroglyphs slowly working out their meaning.

Winston looked skeptical, "This pot doesn't look like it's teaching anyone anything... Don't touch it!"

Elizabeth stopped mid-reach. "What? We came for treasure and this is it."

"It might be trapped. Or cursed. Why is it alone here in this little shrine? And really, some ancient floozy's pot isn't worth stealing!"

"Oh come on Winston, how many people do you know have ancient Egyptian pottery? And anyways, the treasure is almost certainly in the pot." She handed the lantern to Moe and lifted the pot off of its perch. No traps. No evil curses. Winston stepped out of the way as she carried it closer to the entrance of the room and set it down in the light of the doorway.

She knelt down over the pot and grasped the stopper, "Let's see what's in this thing..."