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