"You're telling me its fake?" Valrym and I were in his stockroom, a quite impressive collection of different things not at all food related was back there.
"Well the treasure vault is real, that there is anything inside of it is most definitely fake." He actually looked crestfallen, I hoped he hadn't put any money into this expedition to acquire my fake riches.
"Why? Just why?"
"Well some people knit, other people fish. I personally like to arrange for hilarious situations hundreds of years later."
"But what of the legend?"
"Legend? What legend? I just paid some shorties to go out to an island build a treasure vault, it took like three months cost a lot of money and by the end of the whole thing I felt kind of stupid and had them bury it all. I didn't bother with a legend." I was actually intending on burying something out there, but for reasons I don't particularly remember (as I never wrote it down in this journal) I never did, nor do I remember what it was I was going to bury in the first place. Val produced a piece of paper that had a weird limeric scrolled on it.
Treasure Lost is Treasure Found
You must dig deep into this ground
Careful to all who seek
For there is a curse should you prove weak
Five must fall
Before the treasure is revealed to all
"You didn't write that?"
"No it doesn't even do a good job of rhyming or be coherent, mentions a curse and then a blood price? Its like something is missing in between." I almost took it that Val didn't get the whole legend, but no that was it, apparently it was cared in stone on the island with my treasure vault. In a way I was insulted, this was not part of my original gag someone was adding shit in!
"What do you think?"
"I think I have to dig up that stupid vault." Valrym groaned, it was not the reaction he was expecting. What can I say I love a good mystery, or even a borderline stupid one that I hoped would net me money selling shovels and stuff to idiots...
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