"Bold dog barks loud... while cunning one readies to bite. Cunning, short, but stubborn. He is now in an ancie

"Bold dog barks loud... while cunning one readies to bite. Cunning, short, but stubborn. He is now in an ancient tomb that lies south of the trading post. Searching for the great power that once gave joy, and now brings only death. You don't want my nonsense? Then you'll hear sobs and screams. Once stolen, the land should be reclaimed... Once reclaimed, bound with the claimer shall it be. Bound, merged, joined by unbreakable ties. Claiming the land, claiming its pain, claiming its death..."