The mustached man gripped a mortar and passed me a pestle.
He gestured with his hand. "Come on, time to head out!"
I was eager to get moving, so I walked alongside the mustached man with long strides.
A few paces in, the mustached man pulled out a gleaming golden disc.
The disc bore intricate markings carved all over it, appearing both strange and mystical.
I asked, puzzled, "What's that thing?"
The mustached man beamed with pride. "This is a sacred tool designed specifically for treasure hunting. Without this, I never would've found all those riches."
"A treasure-hunting sacred tool?" I rubbed my head in confusion.
"How'd you come by it?"
The mustached man said with satisfaction, "I crafted it myself. I call it the Divine Plate."
"You built it yourself?"
This caught me off guard.
This mustached guy was clearly more skilled than he let on!
"Enough chatter. Let's move and stick close to me," the mustached man instructed.
