“We’d all heard about the weird goings-on in Tristram, but we were drawn by the prospect of getting our hands on some of that loot we heard they were bringing up by the cartload.” He paused thoughtfully for a moment and scratched the stub where his left arm had once been. “It ever strike you as strange that wherever monsters are stirring up trouble, that’s where you’ll find the most treasure? Why can’t there ever be a big haul in a safe place?” Obviously he was attempting to ease his tension by making light of the whole event.

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“When we got to Tristram, we took our time before we got down to the business of actually going into the cathedral. Town had a nice inn, if I recollect. Truth is, there was something evil coming out of that old church: you could feel it. Now, me and my mates, we didn’t want to admit we were scared, so after we ran out of excuses to avoid it, we made our way inside.

And let me tell you, I never smelled death like I did in that place. Once inside, we were set upon by the undead,” and he paused to see if I would laugh in disbelief at this.