Dod smiled, and the two boys set off in the direction of the slum. The slum was the district in which Dod and Danaël had recently taken refuge.
It was a small block at the far end of town. The poverty was extreme, and the neighborhood particularly violent. The two boys lived in a small wooden shack, barely standing on its own two feet.
The façade was dilapidated and unkempt, and when they arrived, Dod pushed open the front door, which collapsed at his feet.
"Ah, well done! " Danaël sent him in a petty tone.
The latter placed the potatoes he had stolen earlier in the day on the one and only table in the house.
"Dan, we'll be moving soon," began Dod.
"Where to?"
Dod didn't reply immediately but moved to the back of the living room they used as a kitchen and picked up a saucepan, which he filled with water from a large can.
He then took a purple crystal out of his pocket and rubbed the underside of the pan repeatedly until the water inside began to boil.
"A royal delegation is due to arrive this evening", he finally replied whilst dropping each potato one by one into the boiling water.
"What's a royal delegation doing in a backwater like Goliath?"
"I don't know about that, but it's all everyone's talking about in town today. What do you think, could it be an opening?"
Danaël looked doubtfully at Dod before replying:
"Wait a minute, I thought you were sick of my crazy schemes?"
"Yeah, that's true", said Dod, scratching the back of his head. "But I've got a feeling we're in for a big score here. It's not every day that the upper crust moves into our countryside."