At this age, Harold thought that what the king had in store was essentially sitting around and doing nothing. But it seems he had other plans, being that he sent him this far out with only a horse for one thing and one thing only. Others had insisted they go, though it seems that they couldn't handle this strange journey and turned back toward home halfway through. So now here he was, baking in armor and staring up at the giant abandoned temple. This, this is the place he was going to get whatever from? His horse was anxious, dragging it's hooves along the floor. It refused to get any closer either, and Harold didn't feel like tugging the massive beast along like an angry child,
Withdrawing the helmet from his head and shaking the sweat off, he approached, iron boots clanging against the floor as he pushed aside the rocks guarding the entrance. The inside is lovely, though the colored glass panes seemed to suffer much damage. There was only one still in tact enough to see how beautiful it was. The picture of a faceless God. He mumbled something to himself about glass windows, walking forward and looking around. There wasn't a soul here. No evidence of one either. He turned, brushing his fingers against the dust on the chairs. But now looking around, no artifact was there either. Was this some sort of test? If it was, he ought to go back and give the king what for this insanity.
"Artifact.. Artifact that does not exist it seems.."
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