The familiar scent of smoke and leather greets you as you return to the Thieves Guild. Shadows twist along the walls, and the low hum of whispered deals fills the air. From the far corner, the figure steps out once more, hood drawn low, boots silent on the worn stone floor.
He carries a small folded note in his hand, sealed with wax. “A message from the Grey Man,” he murmurs, voice smooth as silk. “He is pleased with your progress… but the path ahead grows ever more perilous.”
You break the seal and read the cryptic instructions: the city’s temple, imposing and sacred, hides a vault within its stone walls. Therein lies a relic of dark power, cursed and carefully guarded. To claim it, you must move like a shadow—silent, unseen, and cunning. One misstep, and the temple will awaken in fury.
The informant leans closer, voice low. “This is no mere theft—it is a test of skill, nerve, and precision. The Grey Man trusts you to acquire this relic. Fail, and the consequences will echo beyond these walls.”
He melts back into the gloom, leaving you with the whispered promise of danger and the weight of the task ahead.
[Head to the Temple to continue…]