This is ambitious, given that his qualifications are a glowing sword, a friendly smile and the survival instincts of a stale croissant. To prove himself, he is climbing the legendary Treasure Tower – a monument to dark magic, questionable planning and architecture that has stopped obeying physics. Inside are walkways lit by lanterns, resident monsters and portals leading to places no architect signed off on. A giant floating eye watches. The fabled Treasure Room waits at the top. A sensible hero might turn back. Bob is delighted to be here.