The Insane Knight crept down the dark, deserted streets of Avaloniaburgtown in search of the dreaded Medusa. Tlod, his headless, undead, dwarven sidekick followed. Occasionally he would stop to peer down a dark alley, then continue on slowly.

“It is most important that we stay quiet, Tlod. It will only take one glance from the Medusa to turn our flesh into stone; just like that poor dog in the Market Square,” the Knight said.

A drunken prostitute came stumbling out of a pub and stopped in front of the Insane Knight.The Knight covered his eyes with both hands.

“Egads, Tlod, it’s the Medusa!”

Tlod shrugged.

“Oy mate! Care fer a go? They’re free t’nite since it’s muh birfday…AY! That dwarf ain’t got no ‘ed. Recon he wants ta buy one from tha gent in tha pub? He been tryin’ ta sell it ta ever Necramancer in tha whole town,” the whore cackled.

The Knight uncovered his eyes and looked down at Tlod.

“I think we’ve found our scoundrel. Thank you Medusa, you’ve been very helpful.”