Although the sight of gold and jewels as far as the eye could see was a welcome sight to Harjen, the stale air that wafted out of the chamber below was enough to knock down a large cow. He was only slightly deterred from his initial impression, just long enough for a forced sneeze to erupt and momentarily swell his senses.
It seemed implausible to Harjen that any person or persons could have first collected this amount of wealth and and then gone to such length to protect it. Few in this world have lived with a legacy as vast as this and fewer still have been able to keep it sheltered from prying eyes.
Harjen had settled on the idea that this was the true source of his mission. At least it was enough for him to feel that it all amounted to something. In some strange, ironic way, at the point in his life when he had truly abandoned all material wealth, the greatest fortune appeared. He spent a great deal of time staring blankly at it all, only to be less sure of what he would do with it anyway. But that is fodder for another story.