This is a story of beginnings.
During my first year as a wandering storyteller, I found myself walking through a large graveyard outside the city of Siburea. Ok, I lie. I was running. My little joke about greedy politicians had not pleased the town's governor, who had unexpectedly been present at the tavern that hired me. So like I said, I was running.
Realizing that the guards were gaining on me (they were on horseback), I ducked into a tomb. The sound of the guards seemed to vanish the instant I closed the door behind me. I lit a torch to survey my surroundings, and I was suddenly less sure of my location. Sure, there were the cobwebs and the coffin, but the room I was in seemed to go on forever.
Being curious and wishing to avoid capture, I walked into the cavern. After a few minutes of walking and just before I would have decided to turn around, the passage opened into a large chambe