Bringer With Guns # 1

Your heart is pounding as you sprint down the never-ending spiral stone steps. A large dragon hellbent on your destruction is playing peek-a-boo through the arrow-slit windows. Torrents of fire singe your neck and all but strip the oxygen out of your lungs.

How did it all get to this point?

In one hand, you hold a giant rucksack full of who knows what. It had better be valuable for you to keep lugging it around in what might become your funeral pyre. What do you have in your other hand?