He reached into his storage space and retrieved the worn piece of paper they had found among the coins.
He unfolded it carefully, keeping it well away from the open entrance before looking over the single line again.
What you most want is what you most can't have, and what you most can't have is what you already had and lost.
His brows drew together.
The words hadn't become any clearer since the first time he read them. If anything, having more time to think about them only gave him more possible answers, none of which seemed any better than the others.
Something a person once had and lost could be almost anything. Time, youth, a home, someone they cared about, or even something as simple as a possession they could never replace.
But that hardly explained why the note had been left inside a chest full of gold.
'Maybe whoever wrote it was simply feeling miserable,' he thought, turning the paper over to examine its blank reverse.
