"We believe you got a chance in clearing the traps there," the first statue paused, "and if you died, then our deal won't happen. But if you survive, then you'll get anything you dream of."
"Anything?" William faked his uncontrolled desire and greed. And yet that wasn't truly what he was thinking about.
"F*ck! They seem to set their eyes over my land," he thought to himself, while trying to find a way out of this dilemma.
"Sure, be it wealth, women, men, gems, even a position at this fort… We can guarantee anything for you," the wolf shaped statue said, and William couldn't help but find something that would prove hard for those folks to accept.
"Then I got to ask for gems," he paused before he showed a serious look on his face, "and the lives of all the dark spirit masters in the region."
"What is that nonsense?!!!"
It wasn't just the wolf-like statue who shouted like this, but many others. Almost all of them shouted as if they heard the most blasphemous comment.
