The air grew thick and humid. The dry stone of the mines gave way to slick mud, giant Venus flytraps, and aggressive tiki tribesmen. He had made it to the Jungle.

: A single step onto a concealed set of spikes meant instant, agonizing death.

: Arrow traps were rigged to fire at the slightest movement, capable of taking off a man's head in the blink of an eye. Trust no one : Not even the merchants.

He looked at his inventory. He was broke. He needed gold to buy a shotgun from the local shopkeeper. With a deep breath, Guy grabbed the idol and ran. Rumble.