You see, in Calmhold, they've got themselves a King of rather substantial means, a fellow by the name of Relius Mountberg. His wealth is the stuff of legends, or so the gossipmongers would have you believe. And where does he keep all this lavish abundance, you ask? Why, in the Royal Treasury, of course! It's as secure as a fortress, nay, a fortress within a fortress.
The Treasury is a sight to behold, my friends. It's a structure that stands mightily, defying the very heavens with its towering walls of granite, dressed in the finest architectural grandeur. Now, don't think for a moment that it's all drab stonework and dusty old scrolls. No, no! The Treasury boasts the grandeur of the gods themselves, with gilded ceilings that would make even Midas himself envious.
Within its hallowed halls, you'll find more wealth than a leprechaun's wildest dreams. Piles of gold coins, glittering gems, and priceless artifacts from lands afar are strewn about as if they were mere baubles. There's enough wealth here to make even a dragon's eyes gleam with avarice.
And let's not forget the guards, the stalwart protectors of this treasure trove. Clad in polished armor, they stand watch with the seriousness of a butler overseeing a grand tea party, ensuring that no miscreant dares to filch so much as a single golden dubloon.