A certain anecdote about a Wizard and three mountain trolls had reached as far as Luke's village. Now Lucy was eager to retell that story.
"Mad at Boss," she said, pointing at one of the bandits guarding the King.
"You two mongrels, what are you waiting for? Prepare for battle!"
The King couldn't have chosen a worse time to lose his patience. One guard shot back, "Ya really get under my skin sometimes, boss! Why don't you get up off ya lazy rocka and help fight?"
"Yeah!" The other bandit agreed. "Ebert's right! We do all the work and who takes the gold? Who takes ninety damned percent o' the gold?"
"Shut up! I'm thinking of a way to-"
"-Ditch us and run off?!" Ebert shouted, "Ditch this!"
The King of Rogues promptly tried to fight off his own bandits, picking up two hand-and-a-half swords to parry his former flunkies' axes. Now to follow up...
