“Doesn’t anyone live here?” the Insane Knight asked.

The party stood on a hill overlooking Gerry’s village. The Insane Knight stared down at Gerry awaiting an answer. Gerry noticed that the Knight’s stare was one of the most uncomfortable ones he had ever been subject to.

“They’ve all left,” he answered, “None of them stayed to fight. The cowards.”

“Don’t need them,” the Knight bragged, “They’ll just get in my way.”

Before Gerry could make some sort of response to the insane old man, he noticed the dust rising on the other side of the village as hundreds of armored men rode towards the village.

“They’re here sooner than I expected! We should run!” Gerry said.

“Nonsense! Come, Tlod, it is time to go to war!”

The Insane Knight grabbed the resistant dwarf’s arm and drug him over to the dragon named Horse. He threw the dwarf onto its back and then climbed on after.

“Charge!” the Knight yelled.

Horse hesitated.

“Go ahead. He’ll just find some other way to get us killed,” Tlod said.