Back at Greywall Keep, the four Heroes feast and drink to celebrate their victory. Though the world above may never known what they have accomplished, they rejoice in the knowledge they have averted a great catastrophe.
Yet their bravery will not go unrewarded. While they enjoy one more mug of dwarven beer on the battlements of Greywall keep during a starry night, an imposing figure approaches.
A red-furred minotaur, bare-chested, but wearing bracers and greaves of gold and platinum. He wields an impossibly heavy hammer engraved with divine symbols. The minotaur snorts, the he talks to them with his deep baritone voice.
"You have punished a god... once again. You are worthy. And I have an offer to make you"
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