The Captain nodded approvingly. “He's right. And I just didn't expect the enemy to take such risks.”
“I grew up in Draynor,” said Sir Kamvent. “It's a good place to get rid of magical types. Between those who live there already and the tower, it gives access to a lot of them.”
“And the worms would love to remove such threats,” Captain Vility muttered. “Alright. It's clear we can't help them now. Back to Lumbridge.”
“You idiot.”
Sir Kamvent sighed. “Oh, of course. What's wrong, Piro?”
“Sir Apiro, to you.” The knight stood at the edge of the fire, sharpening a knife. He stood up, not sheathing the mithril blade. “Now, see here. Are we going to trust this idiot?” He jabbed his knife at the hermit. “This is Urhney we're talking about!”
“Father Urhney,” the Captain said tersely, “Is a highly-respected member of the Lumbridge community.”
Sir Apiro shook his head. Of all the knights there, he alone wore black armor-- marking him as one of the Kinshra, sworn rivals of the White Knights. “You think I'll trust an old vagrant? He's a worshiper of Saradomin, and that holds no weight with me! Maybe you're eager to abandon Draynor based on his testimony. Me, no. No. Lumbridge can survive a few days more.”
“I disagree,” said Urhney.
“Shut up!” Apiro said. “Nobody asked you!”
“I agree with Urhney,” Sir Kamvent said. He pointed to the night sky. *I think we've been gone too long.”
Sir Apiro looked up and nodded. “Good point. Vility?”
“Agreed.”
Above them flew a great black wyrm. On its back was a humanoid figure, his features hidden by the mist.
“I'll knife 'im,” Sir Apiro hissed. *Easy shot.”
“Don't,” said Sir Kamvent. “The dragon would survive to do us in. We have to get back and report to the men back home. If we hurry, we can still beat the attacking force.”
“Attacking--?”
“The dragonkin don't send about their riders *****-nilly. This is recon. We're going to have hell on our hands in a few days.”
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