[ EU ] You live in Skyrim . It is your job to keep lit all the candles in the abandoned caves and dungeons and castles .

The Dwarven Tomb door crashed to the ground, several robotic centurions sprang to action and assaulted the mages at the door. 
 
 `` Die you beasts!'' 
 
 Bolts of fire and lightning crashed out until all lay in ruins melted and destroyed. 
 
 `` I hope the treasure is here, I ca n't stand climbing through one more pitch black cave.'' 
 
 They came upon a door at the far end, it had a riddle `` Speak friend and enter, What's friend in Dwarven?'' 
 
 `` Mellon'' 
 
 `` sounds delicious'' 
 
 `` MELLON'' 
 
 The door slid into the earth and dark steps descended behind. 
 
 `` Light the way Mildred'' 
 
 `` I hope this is the bloody last time to fucking well have to as well'' 
 
 They reached the bottom of the steps, suddenly the sound of a pressure plate scraping downward was activated and a horde of centurion rushed forth. 
 
 The battle raged viciously, fire spells bounced off the ceiling and struck a barrel in the pile of treasure igniting the contents, The last centurion fell as the fire spread across the thousands of barrels in the horde. 
 
 `` Great now we have to put it out before we can move it, but this magic Dwarven wax that never runs out is going to make us rich beyond our wildest dreams.''
