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This here's an old tale, I tell ya. Older than you, me, and all our ages put together, I wager. Began much like today, with a traveler and all, lookin' to strike it rich someplace he was sure existed beyond that horizon... though with this blasted wind and sand everywhere, I wonder how he knew which horizon he was lookin' at? Anyway, back to the traveler who was travelin' along a road less traveled... he, too, was lookin' for some place said to have gold under every stone. Now that I think about it, the poor guy reminds me of Jerick; the butt of all jokes evil and benign, I wager. Well, the fella grew tired of scratchin' the dirt for a livi

The sun grew hotter as noon approached. Somewhere upon the barren desert of Plete, two travelers trekked hastily towards a formation of rocks; one of them was a young man by the name of Hans, while the other was a slightly older one by the name of Gid. They had been traveling with a caravan of sorts, headed west for a land rumored to hide gold beneath every pebble. Upon reaching what they considered to be a rather shady spot, they sat down and brought out their provisions. "How much farther do we have to travel?" asked Hans, shaking sand out of his hat. "All this sand is beginning to irk me in more ways than one." Taking his map out of his