Menoman

Back at the castle the Duke sat in front of his furtune telling boy-slave, listening to each move that was performed at the battle going on. Quite unhappy..

Sar had raised up the gargoyles since before he murdered the former king of his reign and turned his land into a spiral of death and theivary. He knew of their power, how could these few nameless wanderers dispatch them?! The real threat was probably the people the king had chosen to sent to his castle, not some peasants and theives whom are having a stroll into the wood for hunting or adventuring.

Somehow his keen intuition told him something was amiss, he just didnt know what.

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