The discovery of a dungeon beneath Greyfen had presented Sage Alistair with an opportunity to make an extraordinary amount of gold.
Unfortunately, as he was beginning to discover, there was something considerably more troublesome than fighting a 5th Order Commander Beast, and that was dealing with the laws of the kingdom.
Inside his private office at the Adventurer Guild Headquarters, Sage sat behind his desk with an expression of profound suffering.
Several thick books lay open before him, their pages filled with complicated legal provisions, territorial decrees, and ancient agreements between the Crown and the kingdom's noble Houses.
Another stack of documents rested beside his elbow, while a half-empty cup of tea had long since gone cold.
He had spent the better part of the morning studying the kingdom's laws concerning dungeons, and the more he read, the more he began to suspect that whoever had written them possessed a deep and personal hatred for ordinary people.
