"Well... I was returning from a raid at the time, so I only noted the general area. I couldn't risk getting too close," Kensington admitted sheepishly.
"So you've never actually seen the mandrakes?"
"No, no, I have! My griffon confirmed it. Its sense of smell is impeccable!"
The griffon, as if to back up Kensington's claim, nodded its head. Trusting the beast's sharp senses, the group began searching the ground more carefully.
After a long while, they heard the clash of weapons in the distance.
"What's that?"
Unable to suppress their curiosity, they cautiously approached the noise.
There, in the distance, they saw a knight locked in combat with a horde of undead.
"Foul necromancer! Unhand her at once!" the knight roared.
Alfred was dumbfounded. A Holy Knight trying to rescue a necromancer?
The world's gone mad. Simply mad.
