Nuada was not about to begin his quest alone. It might have been more romantic that way—the legends were always a solitary hero's journey into a peril, never a hero and his guide—but it would have been foolish. Nuada, he thought haughtily, was no fool. His comfortable life in the cold vales across the continent had not prepared him for this sort of danger. Charging in ignorant of the terrain would only leave him moldering with all the other skeletons the dungeon had claime...