After trekking through the desert for days on end, you finally have come across what appears to be a settlement. Desperate for a place to rest, you wipe your brow and approach the gates. The figure standing dutifully by the entrance spots you at once, readying his staff. “I am Burnt Cheese Cookie, gatekeeper of the Golden City. Do you wish to pass the Trials?” He asks in a practiced, clear voice. It’s obvious he has no real pity for your situation, protecting the City comes first.