You enter an old crypt where you see candlelight flickering and a small fire in a small metal container burning. The crypt has a hole right through the roof, where the smoke escapes. A young man stands at what appears to be an altar, as it is covered in papers, glass containers, bubbling liquids, and strange powders.

“Hello?”

The man looks up from his work and stares at you.

“What do you want?”

He steps out from behind the altar with what appears to be some kind of metal contraption.

“You know what this is?”

You shake your head and start to tell him about The Scholar. He slowly lowers his hand.

You continue to tell him of the exploits, The Chemists, and The Red Hawks. You tell him about your research into Airships. He seems more and more interested, and this shiny metallic item in his hand lowers further to the ground before he interrupts you.

“So, you are looking into the power of airships and the history of the chemists and their role in such technology.”

You nod in agreement with his words.

“I have been studying the old world sciences and lost technologies, like this one in my hand. Did you know it was once called a...”

He scours over some pages of books he has on the stone altar.

“A gun! Or a pistol, to be more precise. Used by men of the world, and after the 'fall'—whatever that is—the few remaining 'guns' were used by what are called gunslingers.”

He looks up from his book and at you, gazing back at him with a strange, lost expression.

“I need something—something to help make this weapon work a bit better. I think they are called 'bullets', small metal things that shoot out of this thing and wound the target, or, according to what I am reading here, kill it.”

You ask where you are supposed to find these gunslingers.

“Oh, you won’t! The last gunslinger died out years ago. He is said to have died in Labyrinth after a fearsome battle. But maybe he dropped a few bullets? I don’t know.”

Off to Labyrinth you go.