Songs of Bodbmakos
All stood silent upon the Monte de Owyn, the small shack adorned with bold letters, spelling out H E R O, laid abandoned. The familiar presence who watched over Du Loc’s fair walls was gone, the many treasures within absent. All that remained was a lengthy note upon the door.
A Hero’s treasure trove,
Grown fat with time,
Given by GOD above,
Hidden within Slaeme,
Greed the greatest sin of all,
Grips the heart of descendants,
Hear this lat