[A part of him's always been drawn to ancient ruins and stories of old. Now, most of what remains is just mythology and so he knows not to put too much faith in it. Some ruins speak of a god known as Maotelus, another is dedicated to Innominat.
Today he doesn't have much time to sightsee, though. He needs something he can sell back in town, so it has to be something someone other than him would find valuable. Mikleo's barely made his way into the temple, when suddenly the floor below him crumbles and he falls down to a lower level. Brushing himself off, he gets back on his feet and looks around for stairs or some sort of exit.]
time to mow a lawn
Today he doesn't have much time to sightsee, though. He needs something he can sell back in town, so it has to be something someone other than him would find valuable. Mikleo's barely made his way into the temple, when suddenly the floor below him crumbles and he falls down to a lower level. Brushing himself off, he gets back on his feet and looks around for stairs or some sort of exit.]
Great... just what I needed.