Catacomb Relic

March 13, year of our lord 1499 The Deacon stole it! He stole my precious wheel. Now he lies dead at my feet. I cannot stay here. I will board a ship and vanish to a far away land. But I cannot leave yet. I must have my relics. I must retrieve that which lies in the catacombs. And plenty of gold and silver for the journey. I cannot leave without my GOLD.