said Charlie when Stan pointed the sign out to him and Kat. “You mean that guy from the Apothecary’s story? Does that mean that he lives down here?” “Not anymore,” said Kat, staring at the sign. “Remember what the Apothecary said? The King killed him. He’s banished from the server forever. This must’ve been where he lived at one point.” “Didn’t he have operating powers?” remembered Stan. “Yeah . . . ,” said Charlie, an idea striking him. “And if he had operating powers, that means he probably had some pretty good stuff!” “Okay, let’s go in then,” said Stan, shovel at the ready. “But be careful this time. We don’t know what could be in there.” Charlie nodded, and he raised his diamond pick, ready to defend himself. Kat also drew her pickaxe and held it at the ready. Stan pressed the button on the wall, and the iron door slowly swung open. He stepped inside, and immediately his foot caught on some string lying across the ground. An arrow flew out of nowhere and snagged his leather cap off his head.
