Elfie and the goblin king sword

The golem's stone hand grips your arm with surprising delicacy as it leads you down a quiet side street. Miralia's upstanding citizens part before you, eyes averted from the hulking construct and its captive. You'd be enjoying their deference—if you weren't on your way to jail. The golem halts before an old stone house, mostly hidden behind a high wall and lush vegetation. "By gracious order of Her Honor Magistrate Camberine IV," it intones, "your sentence has been commuted to stay in a halfway house." "Commuted? What–" Your lips snap shut as the golem waves its free hand. "A fine of ten thousand ducats has been levied against you," it continues. "You are hereby remanded to the custody of the duchess." The construct's fingertip glows, burning an eye-shaped mark onto the back of your hand. You wince, more from what it means than any actual pain. A Glyph of House Arrest. "Remember," the golem rumbles, "if you tamper with the glyph, you go to magigaol. If you leave Miralia, you go to magigaol. If you commit another crime—" "—I go to magigaol," you finish, rolling your eyes. "Got it." The golem gives you a gentle shove. From such a massive creature, the gesture is enough to send you stumbling through the gate. As you look about the overgrown yard, a fluttering of wings draws your eye. An enormous black raven perches on the wall, fixing you with beady eyes. "Caw, caw," the raven says. "Fresh meat for Covenant House." You glare at it, rubbing your newly marked hand. "And who asked you?" The raven hops closer, tilting its head. "Saw you try to pick that wizard's pocket in the market. Slowest fast-hands cantrip ever. Caw, caw!" Frowning, you turn your attention to the house. It's a sprawling, chaotic affair that defies architectural sense. Windows of various shapes dot the facade, some bricked over, others seemingly painted on. Dormers jut out at odd angles from the gabled roof. One side is rough stone, the other neat brick, and there's a round turret that looks