Whatever the truth, these treasure hunts are also part of a long history of fascinations with secrets and hidden things which continue to exert their pull from underneath the earth, legends of conspiracies and betrayals that reach further and deeper than any motivation ascribed to them by historical accuracies, mind-boggling accounts of greed and revenge, stories of pirates, thieves, brigands, and cutthroats that live precisely in the dense mist between history and legend.

The masters often bring another conceptual identity into their midst: the mercenary. The mercenary is a paid figure, a hired gun always highly skilled in war, her body purchased to do what no other is willing, to kill or die in the same breath, but this also makes her an unbound being, mercurial and disconnected, moving without facial expression or emotional pulse, like a sleepwalker with vacant eyes.