As the morning dew collected on those fading blades of grass, Wilhelm steeled himself for the task at hand. Donning his mail and shouldering Celeste, his weathered arquebus, he trudged forward into the mine. This forsaken tomb, a shrine to greed and arrogance, now filled with the decaying husks of its inhabitants. What lay within this graveyard? With each passing day it became more difficult to remember until at last, he had forgotten. What drove him now was a ghost of a purpose, seeking that which does not exist, cannot exist, on the surface world. But it did exist here. He knew what dangers he would face in Moria, he knew that to survive would be to spit in the faces of the gods themselves, but it would be worth it. He paused, smiling at the thought of it. An arrow screamed past his face. One more scar, one more brush with death. He lifted Celeste, trophies of his victories clanging together, creating music, the symphony of death, punctuated by the crack of gunfire and the thud of his adversary hitting the ground. Another instrument to add to his orchestra. The echoing boom receded into the distance, only to be replaced by the drums of war. They were coming. Wilhelm smiled again, perfect. Stone and bone whipped past as he vaulted over rubble. Shouting; a new beat. So they’d found their comrade already. Impressive. He dropped his back; he needed speed now. Piece by piece his armor clanged to the floor, a breadcrumb trail to his death. He cared not, he was close. An uproar, the heat of the breath of a thousand goblins on his neck. They would soon be upon him, but he was close. He rounded that final corner, light of the morning sun poured through the ceiling, illuminating a gaping hole. “So this is it,” he thought. He knew what he was seeking was at the bottom, she had told him as much. And he knew she would never lie to him. Why would she? She had started him on this journey. He leapt. She had saved him from so much. The light above warmed his face. The dwarves, the orcs. The rocks below fast approached. The goblin. He closed his eyes. Celeste…