Lucy smirked as she remembered another story, about a village protected by a mighty magical creature called a Golem. And so she pointed at the throne the King of Rogues made.
"Village's Guardian Golem."
The King's flunkies were gaining ground on him, slowly backing him against the wall- right up until a ten-foot-tall man made of solid rock hit their heads together, then glared down at a cornered King of Rogues.
"...what?"
The Golem raised his fist, but the King muttered something, then vanished...
...and a golden key fell onto the Inn's floor!
