You listen eagerly to the old man at the fireside as he describes the ancient temple and the riches to be found within…

His dire warnings about the fate of the others who have tried to plunder the temple and never returned, however, fall on deaf ears…

The year of our Lord is 404...

You venture forth with only a rusty blade and the worn cloak on your back.

HP: 16

[You] Hey, lets go north?

[Blue] No, lets find the secret hideout.

[You] Boo...