Balore sighed as his eyes adjusted to the dark and damp seaside cave. The golden grains of sand crunched and settled under his hooves as he slowly stepped back to take a look at the size of this cavern. The darkness was home to who knows what, and the sounds from the cave weren't very inviting either. He groaned and dug through the beat up bag on his side and pulled out his map. If he was reading it correctly, the last chest that the old Symps' left was in the depths of this cave. He's collec...
