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"Hold your weapons, men, for this may be the sickest trail of all. It is not your strength, it is not your armies, nor your wealth that has allowed you to reach this far in your quest. Stay true to your inner self and let you mind tell you what is right, let your soul be unraveled by what you are about to face, and let your spirit remain intact as you are about to be shook as you have never been shook before. Only a few of the few from the few have reached this far, but know that you can always turn back. You have always been able to go back, only to find your livelihood being wasted until your beard is gray and eyes are red and become as pale and thin as me. And this only because you will wonder what would have happened if you had not turned back and missed seeing and feeling and touching what you thought you should have felt and touched and saw for yourself." On that note, the old King Grahamlocken bared his sword toward the cave and entered without a second thought.

Only the single plain Knight Gullian walked in after him, his curly brown hair bouncing up and down. As for the rest, they where left dumbfounded and in awe, on account of the Plain Knight did not even bother to grip the handle of his sword in its resting place.