In the port city of Hyjal you can find most anything. It is here we find the troupe of one Johnathan Steelleaf. Down in the tavern of, the bottom barrel. Returning after a lucrative venture from a forgotten elven civilization. Not with out its wonders and perils...

[u]Johnathan[/u]
Leaning back in his chair with a cup of wine he raises the glass to his companions. "Fortune favors the bold. We did good and no one died." Drinking the sweet taste of the good imported stuff. He sites and listens to the crowd. Time passes as the candles begin to be lit. By now most of the troupe has retired and left save his love Cynn. His cross bow resting against his chair Johnathan soon finds his mind wandering for the next adventure. "Troupe I'll be right back I gotta see a gnome about some things." grabbing the cross bow and giving a general wave to Cynn he stands and walks out the double swinging doors. 

It was late most of the city was asleep except for him he knew Kiltzen the gnome would be up as well. Down the main roads he traveled to the door of the burned out building. The sign hung above read hearths fire. It was rumored that the building was built over the first encampment that grew into the city it is today. In a whisper Johnathan spoke the words and opened the door. his eyes had the night vision ability but there was never a need the glass orbs floating near the center of the ceiling provided day light to every corner. "Be with you." The old familiar voice said. 

The walls were stone and the room was as large as a kings courtyard. The sprawling shelves filled with books and potions and scrolls galore. There were desks and a iron circular stair well in the center of the room three floors in all and each something to sell. within minutes out came the oldest gnome one could imagine. he was bald and clean shaven but the bag under the bags of his eyes showed the years he had stayed awake reading some old forgotten tome. "Do I know you?"

Johnathan rolled his eyes and face palmed. In this position he spoke to the gnome. "Y-es, your name is Kiltzen and you like sending me to get ancient stuff then you pay me. Remember?" 

The gnome rubbed his chin. "Eh sounds like something I would do. Did you almost die?"

Still holding his face in his hand he shook his head slightly. "No, not yet."

"Ah well, What can I do for you tonight?" Kiltzen walked behind the desk and sat on a high stool. Leaning over the podium in front of him he tilted his head and waited for the reply. 

"Well I was wondering if you might have some more work for us. Something on the profit side for us. last time you said after we came back from getting you that book you could find us a location ripe with treasure."

The gnome pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. "I did? ...OH! Yea! I have just the place! I found it in the tome some young kid brought to me. Just the other day I believe." Pulling a tiny silver bell from his pocket he rang it once and a book appeared on the podium before him. Here we are, This swamp was new, there used to be an old human kingdom before the first fall of man in the bronze age. Tales tell of the king of this place had maps to gem mines. Mines rich with jewels enough to keep his kingdom in power for generations."

"So what happen?"

"OH that's a terrible tale. The queen was most evil and murdered the king. She went mad searching for the maps and cursed the place. The sorrow of the last king caused the palace to sink and a swamp to rise around it. some say there is a tribe of poison spitting lizard folk who dwell there. But I wouldn't worry about it. They were most likely murdered by the soul siphoning specters that reside in the passage ways." 

"Great... You got a map to this place?" Johnathan mad a fist with his hands at his side. He was sure this gnome would be the death of him.

"Now as a matter of fact I do." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a scroll casing. As he handed it to Johnathan he continued talking. "Not sure who would be foolish enough..." Before he could finish the door to the shop slammed closed and he noticed he was alone. "Kids these days..."