The name's Kled. Now, I don't like trespassers - heck, I downright hate 'em - but a certain little band of 'em came strolling through my land one day. See, them group of sneaky-sneaks are apparently lookin' fer something of importance in an old tomb, or crypt, or somethin' like that, and it's sittin' on my property. Might as well see fer myself if it's that important, eh Skaarl?