Publisher's blurb: A rocky maw leads you into the small seaside cavern via an old creaking pier. You enter quietly and advance up one of the rocky staircases before you. Torch lights flicker throughout the cavern, igniting the rocky walls and reflecting off the gently ebbing water below. Hay and ragged linen beds have been arranged around the few hammocks the inhabitants have set up as places to sleep and tables hold, games of chance, mouth watering dried meats as well as crusty breads. Rusty barbed chains are pined from wall to wall while wooden bridges lie across broken and crumbling walkways. Within the large hall lies a throne, twin braziers burning brightly in front of the piles of gold and treasures.