Deep under ground, a dwarf stands at a dead end, in a clean dark corridor. The walls are smooth, cut with a meticulous hand.
איפה שמתי אתשידית הדלת ? He wonders.
Casting his head left and right, the small candle on his helm sends faint light back and forth across the wall. Until he reaches out and presses against it.
The wall shifts away, revealing the glint of gold piles all over a large room. And a skeleton on a chair.
חיכה זמן רב ? He says to the skeleton, then checks the pockets for loose change, but only finds a dry parchment addressed to "The King's Engineer"
He shrugs, closes the door, and counts the gold piece by piece.
Tink...
tink...
tink...
