The master trains his followers toward a state of extreme tightness. He binds them to exist in supremely rigid circles, feasting at the same table, sleeping in the same quarters, his disciples laced together in webs of mortal harmony.
The master must establish a sanctuary at far distances, somewhere in the hills, the caves, the subterranean lairs, a remote island, desert, jungle, or sea.
The masters were the ones of otherworldly features, like no others, beyond all others… at once visionaries, liars, sorcerers, thieves, seducers, and assassins… a riddle broken into many pieces here.
He is hopeless in his release, only managing to breathe gasps of sanity with eyes blinded.
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.