There start to be small piles of bones tucked into corners, and the floor is streaked with droppings.

...he dodges the droppings as much as he can.

There's a rustle like dry sheets rubbing together.

And if he has to dodge anything he'll dodge anything, he's not some Forceless mook.

A huge bat-like thing comes flying up the tunnel! It rushes right over his head with a buffet of air-

-And Occlus catches it neatly on the tip of her lightsaber, tossing it to the ground, where it flops weakly.

And now his saber is also out. How fun.

Good, because here comes more. And they're screaming, a shrill note that rattles the skull.

He ignores the screams, going through the practised motions and forms to rip them apart.

Soon enough there's a pile of bodies and the screaming has stopped.

...he waits.

No more shyracks are forthcoming.

...okay, at ease then.

"Well done. Shyracks are a minor pest, but they can overwhelm the unwary."

"Thank you," he nods, and smiles.

"Shall we continue and see what they were guarding?"

"Do let's."

The smell only gets worse as they go, until the path ends at a storeroom of some sort. There are piles of bones and fur, and the walls and floor are caked in shit.

"Why is this place."

"Ah, the second reliquary! Help me clear these walls off, would you?"

"...I don't suppose I can burn the poop off or, I don't know, Force it or something."

"Gently, gently." Drellick pulls a small scraper and a brush out of one of his many pockets.

"...you are not serious."

"If the carvings are damaged in the course of revealing them, that rather defeats the point of the exercise."

"Archaeology is often tedious, and occasionally, distasteful."