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No one made a sound the cold, empty corridors could echo. Their good fortune since waylaying the Count's baggage train continued. Amongst the jewelry and coins, a crude map had fallen from a gold-inlayed book. It had shown the hidden entrance, the maze-like caverns, the rickety stairs leading to a door unable to withstand four experienced thieves. And ahead, the fireplace in a corridor leading to a vault. They stopped.

Metal scratching against the stone floor approached. A man turned to fill the doorway. With slow, deliberate ease a gloved hand lifted his helm to reveal an aged, wizened face. Eyes darkened by a thousand deaths, stared lifeless.

Hearts pumped. Lungs strained for air. His message left no doubt. Templars become old because their opponents die young.

Description
No one made a sound the cold, empty corridors could echo. Their good fortune since waylaying the Count's baggage train continued. Amongst the jewelry and coins, a crude map had fallen from a gold-inlayed book. It had shown the hidden entrance, the maze-like caverns, the rickety stairs leading to a door unable to withstand four experienced thieves. And ahead, the fireplace in a corridor leading to a vault. They stopped.

Metal scratching against the stone floor approached. A man turned to fill the doorway. With slow, deliberate ease a gloved hand lifted his helm to reveal an aged, wizened face. Eyes darkened by a thousand deaths, stared lifeless.

Hearts pumped. Lungs strained for air. His message left no doubt. Templars become old because their opponents die young.