"Is this the place?" Within The Lost Land, several figures stood solemnly before a ruin, and in front of them lay several bound figures forced to grovel on the ground.
"It should be here." The Grey Bone Wizard lifted his head and checked the ancient sheepskin map in his hands, "The entrance must be concealed somewhere..."
"No, if this is indeed a relic left by the Dawn Wizards, then the lack of an entrance would make sense," the Level 3 Wizard Delatore said with a smile, the aged face beneath showing an unmistakable look of expectation and desire.
