The boat nosed along the offshoot from the main river, the man steering it his pole with a casual ease that spoke of great experience. His attire marking him out as what he was a fisherman living of the river and the bounty that it brought. In this case it seemed that the bounty extended to the Order's gold.<br/><br/>"It was after the last flood that I noticed it, word is that your order pay well for information on old places. Just around this bend, you will see it." The bow of the boat followed the river around what appeared to be a small hill. The man pointed,  "There, part of the hill collapsed when the river under cut it."<br/><br/>It was as he described, part of the hill had slid down exposing what looked like a flight of ancient worn steps leading to a doorway. With a dig of his pole the man altered the boat so that it grounded on the bank.<br/><br/>"I will wait for you here, take you back afterwards." He shrugged. "Or tell your order that you did not come back."<br/>