The place people call HAVEN was quite large. The structure itself appeared more like a mideval castle on the inside, with grand stone corridors, spiral staircases, and rooms upon rooms with more rooms leading into bigger rooms. The keymaster Gheed Shask reckoned no one knew for sure how many rooms there were in Haven because counting them all would be next to impossible. In fact, even though Gheed was a fourth generation keymaster, he had never even seen the king with his own eyes, or been to the royal quarters.

As ordered by representitives of the King, Gheed was to stay in his apartments, and keep track of all of the castle keys. In fact he was locked inside and treated more like a prisoner than part of the castle. The guards brought meals, exchanged buckets, but he was hardly ever allowed to leave the sight of the keys, just like his ancestors. Being Keymaster was certainly a respected castle position of great importance. Even though he wasnt sure where half of the keys even went to, if anyone NEEDED a key, they would have to pay Gheed a visit.

Even the King himself. . .

And so it seemed like fate when one stormy evening, the King did come knocking on Gheed's door. And when Gheed opened the door, the King and five others piled through it. Two servants, two guards and Gheed reckoned a military general of some sort, made up the King's entourage.

"Keymaster!" The King exclaimed in a thundering commanding voice. His white beard hiding all emotions on his face. The King's posture however, made him seem quite angry.

"Y-yes, your highness?" Gheed shook nervously, slowly backing towards the far wall.

"I require your assistance!"

"M-My assistance!?"

"I require the key to door 318."

"318?" Gheed questioned, running his head through all the castle keys in his mind. Most of them were labeled into catagories like numbers, colors, shapes, etc... The numbered keys were always the older ones. This meant that it went to an older section of Haven.

"318. Right." Gheed repeated aloud, regaining his thoughts. He went over to a board full of keys that occupied an entire wall. Then he took them to the 300s section. To everyone's surprise, the numbers went frim 317 to 319 without a space for 318. Completely skipped over on the wall.

The others saw this, and confusion set in. The general immediatly began throwing accusations at Gheed. "The keymaster has hidden the key to 318! How can he be trusted!?"

The king turned and gripped Gheed in the shoulder hard, so he couldn't run. "WHAT TRICKERY IS THIS!?"

"I-I don't know! I swear I don't know! I have never noticed. . ." Gheed pleaded.

"He's Lying! Only the keymaster has access to the keys!" The general interjected.

The king shot his general a death stare and then returned his attention to Gheed. "Where is the key?"

Gheed felt ill with adreniline, like a rabbit running for its life. The king of Haven was now in his own apartments, and very upset. Forget the threat of Gheeds own life, it was the sheer embarassment of shaming a proud line of keymasters that came before him. He never thought he would be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the man who now stood before him, demanding answers that Gheed did not have.

Gheed's mind still swirled around it being a numbered key. Not only numbered but what he would call a 'Low Number' ... The numbered keys went into the 10s of Thousands. It was no doubt the oldest section of Haven; the original structure before all of the additions started. Gheed remembered something his father had told him about that part of Haven.

'Those older doors were built differently. Well crafted to last thousands of years. Some of them even came with tricks for opening. Sometimes a key wasnt all you needed. . ."

"The door!" Gheed exclaimed.

The King let his vice grip loose and took a step backwards, pondering the keymaster. "What about the door?"

"The door to 318! It might not have a key!"

"What do you mean?" The King asked.

The General butted in. "He's a liar! Every door in this place has a key! He gave the key to our enemies and that is how they are sneaking inside! He's a traitor and he's covering for them!"

For the first time, Gheed was beginning to pick up on what was happening between the King and the General. There was trouble, and it involved the door. The general, perhaps desperate for his own position, was looking to pin it on Gheed. Except Gheed KNEW he was not a traitor. He was a keymaster.

Gheed looked over at the general, who was starting to look guilty. Guilty of what, Gheed wondered. He was touching a triangle pendant around his neck...

"Take me to the door. I must see the lock." Gheed demanded. "Then I can tell you what type of key is meant for it."

The King hesitantly nodded approval. "Alright. We are getting to the bottom of this right now."

Gheed riddled around a large desk and produced another ring of keys. There must have been over 100 keys on the ring. He explained, "Generic blanks. They are not master keys but they might be able to force an older door open. There's a size for every type of lock... I think."

The group then left the keymaster's apartments. Gheed carefully locked the door and the King led them down the large corridor. Gheed felt like he walked for hours. They went up staircases, through large banquit halls, and even a busy kitchen. Everywhere the king walked the people stopped to solute him.

Finally they began to head downwards on a long staircase. Gheed could tell they were entering an older part of Haven. It was dimly lit all around with torches. the stone walls had become crude, rocks jutting out from them. Down another long but clousterphobic hallway the group finally reached its intended door.

Gheed took the lead and examined the door. It was an ancient heavy wood. It was almost black from years of stain and grime. The handle was a golden knob, and a keyhole in the shape of a triangle. Above it read '318' in a very tiny inscription.

"Now open it." The King ordered.

First Gheed jiggled the handle. It hardly turned. Then he tried pulling the handle, again nothing. He pushed, he slammed his shoulder into the door, but the door itself remained completely unphased. Even the seams on the edges fit so neatly against the wall that gheed couldnt get a fingernail inbetween the crack. Then Gheed produced his ring of Generic keys. He flipped through them until he found a real tiny one with a triangle shaped shaft. He put it in the lock and jiggled it, attempting to turn the handle.

"Mhm. Thats what I thought." Gheed said aloud, after his generic key did not work.

"Execute this man!" The general declared. "Right now, for wasting the king's time!"

"Hold!" The King ordered, his voice echoing down the corridor. "I will be the one to make that order, general."

"I am sorry your highness, but I cannot open this door." Gheed said, calmly.

"I told you he's a-"

"But your general here CAN open it." Gheed explained, cutting the general off.

The general turned red. He was already drawing his own sword halfway out of its shieth. "Mark my words you little worm, I am going to cut you down where you stand!"

Surprisingly, the King drew his own sword and stood between Gheed and the general. "You will do no such thing!"

Then after a moment of compliance the King carefully turned his attention back to Gheed. "Keep talking."

Gheed took a deep breath. Exhaled. "Okay. This is one of the oldest doors in Haven. I can tell by its craftsmanship, specifically the lock. There are only a handful of triangle shaped locks in the entire Haven. One of them happens to be the Drawbridge Gate. Another one of them apparently is this door. Triangle shaped rooms require a special kind of key."

"Like what?" The King asked.

"Like that thing your general is wearing around his neck." Gheed said. "I wasnt positive back in my apartments but I am sure of it now. His pendant is a key to this door. All of the triangle doors share those pendant keys. I dont know how many pendants were made, and thats the one key I dont have a copy of. As far as my father had told me, they had all been lost or destroyed."

The king turned back to the general. "So. You have the key."

Then out of nowhere the general lashed out trying to strike the king. The king blocked it, and then the two guards attacked the general and killed him right there.

The king bent over and snatched the pendant from around the general's neck. He then handed it over to Gheed. "Well done, keymaster. Here, now you have the lost key. I trust you'll keep track of it."

"Oh yes your highness, of course! You're not mad at me for not having it? The key I mean?"

The king laughed. "Im glad you didn't. I knew he was a traitor, but I needed a way to coax it out of him. I would never have killed my precious keymaster. There are not too many that I can trust, but you are loyal Gheed. And Loyalty gets rewarded. Ill see to it that we have a celebration in your honor, and of course you will attend."

"Oh your highness, thats very generous!"

"Nonsense. You just helped me save this kingdom. You're a hero, Gheed. Now come walk with me back to your apartments, I wish to discuss the possability of you making a catalouge of every room in this place. . ."