To think, this all started because of one stupid adventurer and my mother's favorite pot...But my past as a humble farmer is gone. Now, as I, my wives, and my children work tirelessly to unify the world's dungeons against those that would exploit them, the stakes have never been higher. As a mystical madness threatens to infect me and the very gods themselves threaten to bar our way to freedom, a final confrontation looms between my dungeons and the rampaging adventurers who would judge us.In the end, I will do what needs to be done, to protect my land, to protect my family. And if I have to fertilize my crops with the blood of the gods to do it, so be it.