Alad was arriving home, expecting to see his family happily waiting for him so they could begin their trip to meet with the king to arrange a patrol near their home. they suspected someone was planning to disturb them.
When Alad walked inside he noticed it was strangely silent. there was usually the loud bubbling of his wife cooking, or the laughter of his kids playing knight and thief, that was their favorite game.
As Alad wandered into the bedroom, thinking maybe they were taking a nap or reading, he saw not his beloved family, but a single slip of paper with 3 numbers on it. "one-oh-two" Alad said aloud.
Alad paced around the room, thinking harder than the great Aristotle himself (tis' but a jest) then the idea it hit him like flaming arrow! "house 102! how did i not think of that earlier?" said he.
Alad walked to the outskirts of athens, where there was nothing but huts built by common folk. he entered the house in the middle, and was met by a pitch black room lit only by what looked like a glowing red arrow
"What the ****!?" Alad profoundly exclaimed (Alad my boy watch your word choice!) there was a pitch dark figure standing in the corner of the room seemingly commanding a floating arrow. "Alad, I'll make this quick, 30,000 Drachma and ill give your family back." Alad easily paid as he was the richest man in athens besides the king.