The Twenty-Second Day
The magic of this place is wild, ungoverned, and wary. For twenty-two days I've walked this Blackened Hall. Stones with long memory mock my plight. I fear I've lost the light f day. Why was I such a fool? Why listen to tales of treasure when I could be happy with a merchant's wages? I hope this dungeon won't be my final resting place, but the twisting walls would have me believe otherwise.