Tenebrous Dreams

A recurrent dream has recently been troubling the baron's slumbers. He sees valiant heroes entering ancient ruins to descend under the ground – never to return. Their faces show stern resolve, their lips pinched thin. The angry red sun follows the heroes into the darkness, casting its fleeting evening rays upon them. Just before waking, the baron hears a faint whisper: "Come to me, hero. I await you here, in the Tenebrous Depths."