The Village of Tourmaline was bustling with the sound of its citizens walking the busy streets, or driving their rundown trucks.

Carvan is seated in a bar, running his hand through his luxurious blonde hair. He listens to an old woman in front of him tell him about an artifact trapped underneath a waterfall over ancient ruins.

His gaze doesn’t quite follow her words as it wanders around the bar. He just wants to get gold, and get out.