"Found it. About seven, no eight decades ago. I was exploring a cave and the floor collapsed. I dropped about thirty metres, broke both my legs and at the same time discovered a city which had been completely forgotten for centuries. I dragged myself around for a few days trying to find a way out and stumbled across the temple in the city's heart. The outside was just as run down as the rest of the place but the inside looked as pristine as the day it had been built. It was circular, the entire floor covered with some strange writing, every letter and every word flowed into the next and it gave me seven hells of a headache to read. In the very centre was a pedestal with the sword on it. I grabbed it and passed out from exhaustion. When I woke up, I was back on the surface hundreds of miles from where the cave was. I still had the sword and my legs had healed." Zhuraek paused to let his story sink in.<br/><br/>"I still haven't found that place again. Even after decades of doing nothing but search for it."