A crew of thieves cautiously worked at the entrance and dug hard, trying to gain access to the luscious wealth of Maradon stored in the great warehouses of the city. The head thief exited the tunnel and grumbled. "Where's the loon who sold us this map?" All eyes looked at him with concern. "This isn't a warehouse. It's a brick and mortar home of an old curmudgeon! Pack it up boys, the only gold we're getting today is the gold we spent on that scum."
Meanwhile, hearing the rumbling of incessant tools the Saldaean cavalry sent out a patrol in preparation for the next onslaught of Dhai'mon.