"What's special about this gate?" Nicholas led a group of newcomers to an archway on the side of the hall, dramatically patting the head of the stone lion crouching at the entrance.
The stone lion turned its head slightly, not letting Nicholas mess up its mane.
Then it raised its huge paw and slapped the naughty guy flying into the distance.
The newcomers screamed in shock.
In the hall, the other veterans watched the scene with amused smirks, whispering something to the newbies they were leading.
Unfazed, Nicholas dusted off his non-existent dirt, licked his lips, and smiled flatteringly at the lion, "I was just teaching these tender newbies a lesson, sir. Don't take it to heart."
The stone lion closed its eyes solemnly, its paw pressing a stone ball, squatting in silent dignity. As if the paw that just swiped had nothing to do with it.
Nicholas shrugged indifferently, and looked back at his newcomers:
"What's unique about this door?"
