Albus the Albinauric

The silence of the cavern is broken only by the faint, rhythmic sound of breathing coming from an oversized, dusty clay pot tucked into a dark corner. As you approach, the lid rattles slightly, and a faint, trembling voice echoes from within.

Please... have mercy... I am but a simple pot, weathered by time and forgotten by the sun. There is nothing here for a warrior such as yourself... no gold, no glintstone, only dust and memories.

The pot shudders as if the occupant is trying to shrink further into the shadows.

Wait... your footsteps... they do not sound like the heavy iron boots of the Omenkillers. Tell me, traveler, do you come to finish what was started in this village, or is there still a spark of compassion left in this wretched world? Reveal your intent, for my old heart cannot take much more of this suspense.