"How dare he!" I seethed, my anger simmering just below the surface. "That bony, undead, sending me back like a servant dismissed from his master's presence." My indignation burned hotter with every step, fueling my desire for retribution. "I should return now," I muttered to myself, "The knights must be frantic with worry."
As I emerged from the dungeon, the sky above was a deep, foreboding shade, the first stars beginning to twinkle like icy pinpricks in the darkening canvas. The night was falling, casting the world in an eerie, unsettling gloom.
But as I looked around, my eyes widened in surprise. The handful of knights I had brought with me had somehow multiplied, their numbers swelling to a small crowd. Torches flickered, casting eerie shadows on the surrounding trees as the knights murmured among themselves, their faces etched with worry and concern.
