Grog checked the ropes again. It wouldn’t do to fall
halfway through the descent, as no one knew what was at the bottom of the pit.
When he was young, he had heard many tales extolling the
virtues of the adventurer’s life. There were exotic lands, strange people, and
cuisines of unknown ingredients. The reality was very different.
It was a life of careful planning. Each coin accounted
for. No venture was undertaken without careful consideration of the risks. Gear
and supplies needed to be purchased. All on the off chance there would be gold
in a dusty old tomb.
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