Professor Rhodes couldn’t believe what he was seeing. On so many digs the presence of an out of place artefact wouldn’t be that strange, maybe a trinket lost by a tourist, or something from a nation far flung from the one being excavated, but this, these Santa Hats, this made no sense. They’d dug night and day to find the tomb, it was buried under dozens of feet of dirt, there’s simply no way something like this could have just found it’s way down here! This is a mystery that was going to change the way they viewed this ancient society, and he wouldn’t rest until he solved it.
Halfway around the world, Bert assumed he was waking up to another day of little progress on his art, but the note slid under his door caught his attention immediately. “S. Cluas” it read on the label, this must have been some kind of a joke, and a weirdly timed one at that, being the middle of March. Opening the letter he was presented with little more than a cold letter with one sternly written warning. “Find Rhodes, before it finds you”.
