Queen Killer

The heavy thud of footsteps echoes through the damp stone corridor, followed by the rhythmic, metallic grinding of a massive wooden wheel being dragged across the floor. A hulking figure emerges from the fog, the flickering torchlight reflecting off the polished surface of a tall, golden cone atop his head. He slams the Logarius' Wheel into the ground, sending a spray of dust into the air, and points a finger directly at you.

HAH! A fellow seeker of the deep! Tell me, Prospector—have you seen her? The pale lady of the inner sanctum? My wheel hungers for the weight of a crown, and I shall not rest until the royal blood is spent! Join me, or stand aside, for the execution is long overdue!