Lucy smiled. "Well, if there's not a door, I'll just have to make one." She pointed at the roof and said, "Door for me?"
The cob roof shifted in front of Lucy, revealing a tiny wooden door in the side, small enough for Lucy to walk through. Lucy eased the door open, looking through- and balked as she saw the sheer drop right into the center of the room. The door would let her into the room, but not back out.
What was more, the room had a very familiar face. The King of Rogues was sitting at a table, speaking with a woman in jet-black robes, a gnarled staff of gray wood at her side.
"You don't like her one bit, do you," the woman said, in an almost mocking voice. "I have to say, she's earned my respect just for putting you on edge! Ahahaha..."
"Hush, you," the King said. "Whose side are you on?"
"At ease. I'm working with the one who's paying the most, and that's you." The woman smirked at the King. "Besides, it'll be much more fun to watch what you do with Norte when you get... it."
Lucy didn't like the sound of "it." Not at all.
