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How to Rob the Bank in Midgaard

Hey there! I've been seein' ya sittin' in front of the bank for days now. I think I know what yer up to. You think I'm just an old drunkard wastin' time the Grunting Boar, eh? Well, come sit here and hear me out. I'm bored and in need of a company. Say, why don't I buy you a drink.

Alright, nothin' better than having a young'un listenin' to ya while sippin' this fine ale. Well, start drinkin' and stop lookin' at the bank, will ya? Listen, if yer thinkin' of them gold, just fuhget it. It ain't worth yer effort...

This happened many springs ago, while my eyes and hearing were still as sharp as wolfen's and elf's combined. There had been talks about the new bank that would work like none before: with magic!

At that time, you would see a banker working behind solid iron bars in the Midgaard bank. Gold transactions were recorded laboriously by the banker on duty and disputes often happened. People simply could not trust their gold fully to the bank.

Rumor had it that during the bank conversion, there would be a brief instant when the bank room was empty for the first time since it had been built. I heard almost everyone in the Grunting Boar (yes, we already had Grunting Boar then) talking about trying their luck at that special moment.

The officials knew about this, of course. They announced that the punishment if caught tempering with the bank would be banishment from the realm after being stripped of all powers and posessions. That was the worst punishment one can get.

Because of the perceived impossibility of the task coupled with the horrifying punishment, the talks' direction switched to praises of the new bank. The new bank was what we have now.

The day came when the Midgaard bank was closed for an hour. A lot of people stood around the bank entrance to watch the process. One great wizard and a group of officials entered it to make the change. After a few moments, they all came back out. It was then that a young man, unknown to all, slipped into an opening beneath the fountain at the temple square. Nobody knew, except the young man of course, about a small passage that led up to the bank from there.

The great wizard, with the closed bank door on his back, muttered magic words. Then, he opened the door and people started flocking into the bank to test it out. No physical transaction required and certainly no banker to deal with.

The young man gave the fountain a little push before joining the crowd in the bank. His clothing seemed a little heavier but of course nobody paid any attention to him. He must had at least tripled his account that day!

He got cursed because of that though. Rumor is that he has to spend his gold for others enjoyment daily. And he likes to hang around in the Grunting Boar.