The Name of the Game

"Let us cut to the bone now," Mawhub said, accepting a cup of tea (and surreptitiously checking it for poison). "You had something quite powerful here. And I want to know what and where it is."
The sixteen year old - oldest surviving son of the house - measured him with serious eyes.
"I'll tell you about it, but the gist is, my father had it on him... when you threw a building on his head. So if you want it, I can show you where to start digging."
"Son of a dog," Farouk spit grabbing a pick-axe. "Better be telling truth."