Hail! You are dead.
Do not anguish, for it is a fate
all mortals must contend with
in the end.
How? Never mind that,
Let us away from the battlefield,
Before the dogs and vultures
begin their scavenging.
I am your guide to the Underwor - -
What’s that?
No, I’m afraid you’re slated
for a different locale.
Yes, says here in your youth
you absconded your neighbor’s cow.
While that’s some grand theft cattle
I can get behind myself
I do not make the rules.
I merely work here.
Right, off we go.
I present you with your key.
I can take you as far as The Gate,
but it is you
who must open it.
Onward, to Tartarus.
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The Thieves Key opens the gat...