Feeling adventurous, I decided to ask the Questor whats tasks were available.
He told me there was a devious being in Death's Manor named the
Dracul. In my youthful arrogance, a place named "Death's Manor"
held no foreboding. I made my way there using some old maps I found
in town at a dusty old bookstore. Upon entering I began to feel
perhaps this wasn't such a good idea but I pushed it aside.
I couldn't go back to the Questor and admit defeat, my pride wouldn't
allow it. So I hiked up my belt and charged in.

I quickly became lost. The chandeliers and gaudy furniture all looked the same.
I don't know how many times I found myself in that crimson room.
But that wasn't the half of it. The monstrosities that abounded the
hallways were unimaginable. Wings and claws, fangs and maws at every turn.
Some that screeched, hissed or even sang. Even beauty became a thing
to fear in this place. You could easily lose your mind in a place like this
and I nearly had. Fortunately I backed myself into a fire place in
one of the guest rooms and the fire singed me enough to return reality.
I had come to kill the Dracul. Using what I knew from stories of this
creature, I tracked it upstairs and put it to a quick end.

Take this story as a warning, my friend. If ever you feel compelled
to visit Death's Manor, keep your wits about you, lest you become one
of these poor souls drifting about the crystal hallways.