You spot sunken stone pillars on the horizon, obscured by mounds of dirt. They stretch towards the sky like a titan's stone-cold fingerbones. The mark of a hidden tomb! The stairs inside lead into darkness. Torch in hand, you slip down into uncertainty. Into dread. Yet, your search drives you deeper. A morbid treasure calls for you, left to rot in the dust! Is it family jewels? Heirlooms from faraway shores? Whatever it is, my friend, it'll be the foundation of our empire! The cornerstone to a fortress raised from spilled blood!
Sounds good? I know the rough location. If you take up the search, Gerith, I'll split the goods. Deal?