“I guess introductions are in order,” The Insane Knight said. He pointed to the dwarven zombie and said, “This is my faithful companion, Tlod. Until recently we were on a quest to find the fiend who stole his head.” The Knight pointed at the poodle dog, “This is Montalban, the fiend who stole Tlod’s head. Um…he was human when he did that. My nemesis, Ted the Off-White, turned him into a poodle.” The Knight patted the dragon on the head. “And lastly, but not leastly, we have my faithful horse named Horse.”

Gerry looked confused. “Sorry, but that isn’t a horse. It is a dragon.”

“Oh! Poppycock,” the Knight said. I know a dragon when I see one."

“But…,” Gerry started.

“Don’t even bother,” said Tlod.

Gerry leaned down to pet Montalban and almost lost a hand in the process. He had never questioned the Gods in his entire life. He was struggling not to question them now.

“So,” The Knight said, “point us in the direction we’re supposed to start killing.”

Gerry sighed.