Something good from the sound of things

“What is it? Like a dragon hoard or something?” Jenny eagerly asks.

“Well…” the old man chuckles.

“Is there tons of gold and magical swords and armor and stuff?” Jenny practically squeals in delight as her imagination runs wild.

“It was the greatest treasure I’d ever seen in my life!” The old man declares. “There isn’t a week that goes by that I don’t think about it…”

The drow woman rolls her eye, unnoticed by the other two.

“I just wish things had turned out different…” the old man says with a twinge of melancholy.

“What happened?” Jenny asks.

“It was more than I could handle,” the old man confesses. “I almost lost my life just grabbing a handful!”

Jenny gasps, utterly captivated by the geezer’s story… and her own dreams of fantastic wealth.

“The place was filled with dangerous traps, cunning riddles, and, I assume at this point, probably some monsters too,” the man declares. “You’ll need to be smart and tough to get through it all in one piece.”

Jenny leans back in her chair as a toothy grin spreads across her face.

“No problem!” The young knight declares. “I’m the best around!”

“You’ve got moxie alright, and spunk too!” The old man says as he stares directly at Jenny’s chest (not that she notices). “Mmmm, a lot of moxie.”

“So how much you want for that map old man?” Jenny excitedly asks.

“Well…” he muses as he strokes his beard.