Back when you were a child you wanted to be a cleric! Or a paladin.... But here you are now.... A rouge but hey sneaking around is your thing anyways As you traversed through a forest.... A very dark and deep forest out of boredom despite knowing it's a terrible idea, you stumbled upon a temple.... A very ruined oneonly thing standing were a pedestal with a journal and another one for the offerings As you read the seemingly magical journal, words form on it slowly 'Give something worthy and you shall be blessed but be too greedy and you shall be..... ' The words trail off incoherent but a silent warning**