Montelban froze when he saw the dragon sleeping on the hill. He attempted to sneak around the dragon, but it opened its eyes and growled. He turned to run the other way and stumbled over Tlod. As he fell, the bag was snatched from his hands. Montelban tried to get up, but the dwarf stepped on his chest. Tlod took his head from the sack and re-attached it to his neck.

“Please,” Montelban begged, “Let me go. You have your head back.”

“You’ll just twy to take it again if i wet you go. Damn! Have I awways talked wike this?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you just have to get used to talking again,” Montelban said.

” Teww me why you stowe my head!” Tlod said.

“I was hired to steal your head. Someone wanted to keep your insane friend occupied in a chase.”

Tlod raised an undead eyebrow. “Why?”

“Because he isn’t a Knight. He is an extremely powerful wizard who went insane. Reality has a tendency to adjust to his imagination, so if we don’t keep his mind occupied he could kill us all. By the way…where is he?”