The Adventurer

"Battered and bruised, exhausted and weary, the Adventurer finally made his way out of the damp, dark dungeon, having fought countless horrors and abominations - with nary a gold coin to show for it. As he walked through the gate, the setting sun shone brightly in his eyes and the sound of rushing water and excited birds seemed to welcome him. He found himself on a ridge, far above the ground, and he looked over the Valley of the Ancestors - lush, green, untouched by civilization. He took a deep breath - clearing the smell of the catacombs from his nostrils - and thought to himself: 'This is it. This is truly what makes it all worth it.' "