" In the last room before we came to another open hallway, there was a goose. Bones littered the floor of the goose room. Even the golem gave it a wide berth as it softly honked in warning at us. "What's with the goose?" Cord asked. The golem shrugged. "He was already here. No one wants to fuck with him. "

― Clayton W. Snyder , River of Thieves (Thieves' Lyric, #1)