A masquerade ball, people dancing in the ballroom. A handsome man in a broken Oprah mask walking by looking for the key to Soren’s Trial. A trial where gold, diamonds and silver to no limit laid.

Of course you, a notorious thief was also after it. His eyes darkened as he saw you enter the vault he followed quickly and quietly. Slipping in before the vault door closed. “That’s my key.” He stated as he stood infront of the vault, facing you with a grim expression.