He gasped in surprise. There was nothing in the chest except a large sheave of grey and green stalks
Albanus could hear soft shouts of excitement as the others discovered what was apparently treasure and items of great value. But the energy humming in the air that drew him away from the others in the dark tower grew ever stronger as he walked. He was determined to follow the source of the energy, regardless of the risk.
Lantern in hand, he found a trapdoor toward the end of the tower, bent down, and grasped the large handle built into it. He lifted it up and discovered a rickety ladder leading into the bowels of the tower. He descended the ladder, taking each rung of the ladder slowly as he moved deeper underground. Finally, his foot found the bottom.
He was in a small room, and there was only one object there: a dusty chest lying on the floor, with a large golden handle. He made his way to the chest and placed his fingers around the handle. It felt warm to the touch, and now the air itself seemed to be vibrating as his own body trembled with excitement and fear.
He opened the chest and swung his lantern over the top so that he could see its contents.
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