After a particularly vivid dream, Maradino was struck by an unshakable idea: His lair ought to be tucked deep into the earth, away from prying eyes and bothersome vagrants. And so he set out with his shovel, prepared to dig himself a palace worthy of one Maradino to the power of ten. He would sit, he imagined, sultan-like among his earthy pillars and muddy servants in his hidden mansion. 'Sky-dellers,' scoffed he. 'What do they know of my ways?' The great hole he had intended as the foyer quickly filled with a swirling miasma of water, mud, and failure.