Well, I’ve heard the old market square gossip at a few midnight cafés—an iron door that’s supposedly been locked since the last mayor’s scandal. People say if you knock thrice and say “I’m only looking for the lost coin of the king,” the vault opens. But the truth? Maybe it’s just a story that keeps kids at their desks and the old shopkeepers in their shops. Still, if you want to test it, I’ll bring the lantern and a bad joke to keep the guards distracted.