She descended into the basement, hunting for the wine her uncle had hidden there. A vintage from 1847. November, no less. Her birthday month. A coincidence? A grand reserve, priceless beyond imagination.
The stairs looked ready to betray her. Narrow. Uneven. Crumbling. Why, why had she worn heels today? Each step felt like a gamble. The railing, thin and wobbly, seemed more dangerous than helpful.
In a quest story the ultimate goal can be a physical object, a place, a person, or an internal change, and the journey often leads to personal growth and self-discovery for the hero (in this case it's a she). The physical object here is a valuable vintage wine bottle. Will our heroine pass the test to obtain this prize possession?
