It was a cold winter morning, the kind of cold where the frost creeps up inside of your helmet and bites at you like the jaws of a greaver. Most knights had taken refuge where they could, content to play a waiting game against the ice and snow. But not all. One young knight, with a sword strapped to his back and a sparkle in his eye, dared to venture down into the Clockworks on his own. There were places to explore and treasures to unearth, and they wouldn't discover themselves; only those courageous - or, perhaps, foolish - enough to venture out into the unknown would be able to collect its bounty. Time waits for no knight, and as the saying goes, adventure never sleeps.