Skullone fumbles the Key to the Door. Their conversation with some beggar wasn't all that enlightening. The beggar wanted better hospitality than a queen bed and apple turnovers, but it was nothing The Good One, Skullone, hadn't heard ten other times that night. As far as Skullone was concerned they were done, they would refuse and the beggar would leave like they always had. And yet, by some trick (or simple apathy) the Key slipped out from between their teeth and dropped straight toward the beggar's outstretched hands.