Digging the most amazing cavern

At dawn I sat in anticipation, waiting for recruits to be precise, to prepare for the final assault into the castle of yek tor mesh, where Anayak was held captive. I was looking for diggers and tunnelers. People came in with huge sacks, to show how successful they were in robbing stores. As always we had recruited people from the towns and villages lying in our adobe. I could see thieves, robbers and the unemployed flocking in for the interview.

A scorcerror came along. His name was Claus von Tar. ‘Hi, can i come in ?’ he said, ‘yes’, he entered the room and sat on my opposite side on the round table. ‘If you wish to save the princess you must prepare for a real show down.’ I have fought at bastar myself, few days away from the castle where the princess is held. Bastar, which was ruled by the same family, was burnt to the ground.

‘So what is the deal ?’ I asked. ‘Bastar was different, if you were thinking’ he continued, ‘the power of the Token protects this castle. Even if the castle is destroyed, the horde it will unleash must be stopped.’ ‘Where do we stop it then ?’ I asked.

He replied with a slow and heavy voice ‘The plains of Dardanelle’ – the grim hung over his face.

I insisted him to stay and tell me more, but he refused and slowly walked out of the room. I thought everything over and went outside to look for the wizard, but I could not find him !

I walked out to meditation room, the angry crowd of interviewees blasting out. The guards moved to control them. That night I drank a lot of grape wine and ate boiled vegetables and slept with two dancing girls, but my mind was somewhere else, thinking something else.