Roscoe stood before the ancient, forgotten temple, a faded map of the ancient city it once stood in held tightly in his hand.

If the legends were true, this temple was protecting the dungeon that held the Philospher's Stone- the key to eternal life and wealth.

Roscoe personally didn't care about either. He was more interested in the apothecaries that could be hidden all the way down there- ancient texts, forgotten potions, spells, creatures, tools, and plants- the possibilities were endless!

...but as much as he wanted to start the journey right now, he knew going alone would be a bad idea for several reasons.

He needed a trustworthy partner, someone who knew their way around booby traps, someone smart, and someone who wouldn't try to take credit for his work.

Even though you left archeology behind years ago, he knew you were the only person he could trust on an expedition as important as this.

So reluctantly, he buried a wayfinder totem in the dirt so navigation wouldn't be so difficult next time, and he climbed back into his Jeep, steeling himself for what was likely going to be an awkward conversation, to put it mildly.