The potion burns like liquid courage in your veins. Word spreads quickly across Venterra, and now you track the warband known as the Children of the Bear. These brutal warriors crossed the sea to free their king, Ka’jer, from his golden prison, and they will trample anyone who stands between them and salvation. Their camp reeks of iron and fury.

You find their prize guarded deep within their tents - a single piece of the cursed wealth said to have brought the god's judgment upon Ka'jer. As the old myths whisper, mankind will sell his soul for a bit of gold. When a warrior turns and meets your gaze, you see desperation, not cruelty. You strike swiftly, seizing the small metal disc amid shouts and splintering wood. Their roars follow you long after you escape into the dark.​