Return to the Den of Thieves

Weak and weary, I once again find myself returning to the den of thieves. This time I am summoned by them to the bargaining table of doom. The time to act is now! I am like a wolf caught in a trap, so I fight with reckless abandoned. A man that faces death can only gain his life. They are equiped with illogical spells and mirrors that distort the truth. Their money scales are fixed in their favor and their tongues cunningly drip with poisoned honey. I stand firm, for it is all I can do. May the Ancient One show favor on me this evening and give me victory. May he bring confusion to their camp and bend their knees before me to His glory. May I walk away with the better half of the bargain, may I walk in His victory.