The pen wasn’t worth stealing. I should have cut my losses and left without it. I would have made a fortune off of what I had already–the magic scrolls, the precious metals, the jewels. You’d be surprised at how many valuable things are in a wizard’s cave. They have some sort of “magical properties,” if you believe in that sort of stuff. Some people will believe in anything. But I’m not complaining, those are the easiest to sell to. This ancient vase of a long lost empire holds the souls of a mighty army, and if you listen close enough you can still hear their war cries. They just eat up that crap. But according to my source, the “wizard” this cave belonged to was supposed to have had a magic stylus that told the future, or something crazy like that. It wasn’t too hard to find, for someone with my impeccable skills at least. I had expertly avoided every trap so far, but as all things go, something must go wrong. How was I supposed to know this stupid pen was “Property of his Lord Highness King Norrix”?