"Within a temple blanketed by thorn, The torches on the walls are black and cold. The narrow steps are pitted, bleached, and worn, Descending to a labyrinth dark and old. "Beneath the weathered hill, within the deeps, A hallway and a chamber silent wait. Upon a bed of gold, the Watcher sleeps Behind an ancient adamantine gate." How old is the Watcher in the Hill? Not even the wisest amongst us can say. Is the Watcher real or an invention of the Vanya storytellers who come and go along the riverways of Vangyr? Either way, its legend hangs over us like a deep shadow. Out of the western lands...
"Within a temple blanketed by thorn, The torches on the walls are black and cold. The narrow steps are pitted, bleached, and worn, Descending to a lab...
