Spook, son and heir of the old moldy cow known as Thaidakar, smiled to himself as he adjusted his signed Indiana Jones hat and looked out over the old ruins of some ancient city of the Ghanderflaffles. He checked the medallion again. Good, he was close now. The blade should be near... Spook walked along the ruins, admiring the ancient architecture. The Ghanderflaffles had always been an object of fascination for Spook. His own son, AdoKho, worked alongside them every day as a member of their law enforcement. Thaidakar detested them, and that made Spook like them even more. Spook chuckled to himself. The old geezer knew little to nothing about Spook, despite Spook trying to connect with him. Thaidakar had tried too, but hadn't... hadn't focused on it. Thaidakar always got distracted by something. Some quest that he was convinced would save the world. A meaningless effort to save lives even as he put them all at jeopardy... Spook whistled softly, clearing his head of those thoughts. Enough about the old cow, Spook had things to get to. Spook pulled out the medallion once more and looked around as it did the job. Something caught his eye, a faint glow coming from behind a chunk of rock. Spook pulled out a small narrator blade that Thaidakar had lent him and rounded the corner...