“So, what’s next?” Georgia replied as they reached a large metal gate with a swarm of people waiting outside it.

“Level 4. Greed.” Virgil replied.

“Is it just as shitty as three?”

Virgil shrugged. “Yes and no. It’s certainly an interesting place. But I think you’ll like the gatekeeper.”

The group pushed their way towards the front of the crowd. Standing in front of a towering pile of coin shaped excrement was a man built like an oak tree. He was tall and broad with long dreadlocks and a thick curly beard. He wore golden armor encrusted in emeralds and rubies. He mindlessly grabbed from the pile next to him turning the excrement coins into gold, placing it in the mouths of the waiting souls, and permitting them entrance. When he noticed Georgia and her party, he waved and smiled. It was so bright and warm it could rival the sun.

“Ah! If it isn’t our brave travelers! I was hoping to see you, especially you, young lady! You’ve caused quite a stir around here.”

Georgia blushed. “I guess my reputation proceeds me.”

“There are worse things to be know for. I’m Midas by the way.”

“Midas!? As in King?”

“The very one.”

“Holy shit!” Georgia exclaimed. “It’s an honor.”

“Not too much of an honor.” Drusilla mumbled just loud enough to hear.

“Ah, Drusilla! I thought I recognized you. You’re still not angry after all this time?”

Drusilla rolled her eyes. “Just want to keep things in perspective, your majesty.”

“I’m well aware of my place. I am here turning shit into gold and stuffing it in people’s mouths. I did try to change, but old habits die hard. You should know that better than anyone.”

Drusilla shifted as if she wanted to lunge at the king but thought better of it. She crossed her arms and pursed her lips.

The ability to read the room seemed to vanish from Georgia as she hurriedly asked if Midas could join them.

“I wish I could, but I’m stuck here. I’ll do everything I can to help you though.”

Drusilla scoffed. “What could you provide that Virgil or Old Verge can’t?”

It was Midas’s turn to roll his eyes. “Transportation. And intel.”

“What kind of intel?” Drusilla asked.

“I don’t know if I should give it to you considering how you’ve been treating me. You are a guest in my domain after all.”

“Consider it as a favor to me. And if there’s something we can do to help you, we’ll do our best.” Georgia countered.

The king thought for a moment before sighing in defeat. “How could I say no to our heroine.”

“There will be no way to find the Old One with just your party, but you won’t be able to mobilize many people to help your search. You’ll see once your inside. Go to the lowest, deepest part of the level. Look for a dragon named Acacius and see if he can help you. He knows the inside better than anyone.”

Drusilla turned pale. “Did you say Acacius?”

“Yes.”

“Is it…? You don’t mean…”

“Yes, it is your Acacius. But I doubt he’ll recognize you anymore.”

“I…I don’t understand. How?”

“One of the Virgils can explain it to you, but you’ll understand better once your inside. It’s something you should see for yourself.”

Drusilla was silent as she wrapped her arms around her middle. She was trembling. Old Verge wrapped his arm around her, pressing her into his side.

“We appreciate the help. I guess we shouldn’t hold you up any longer since your busy.” Georgia said.

Midas chuckled. “Nonsense. I don’t get to talk to many people. Well, none that can hold a worthwhile conversation. I do understand your haste though.”

Midas reached around his neck and pulled out a golden whistle. He placed in the ground for Georgia to pick up. “Use that when you’re ready. It will call a hound to help you get around better, especially if you’re going to the pits.”

Georgia nodded. “I’ll be sure to bring it back once we’re done.”

“I appreciate that. Good luck to you!”

With that, Georgia, Drusilla, Old Verge and Virgil walked through the gate.