He dressed in the armour catching his reflection in the scattered mirrors
which were to be found around the room.
"Ah, what splendour!" he thought to himself as he hefted the glorious sword
and took a few practice swings. With the sparkling sword in sheath, the
mask under his arm and shield on arm he sat upon the chair in the centre of
the room awaiting his fate.
It was dusk before a squire of the king came to him in his room. He had
being attended to all day by servant who exchanged few words with him
before sidling quickly out of the door.
"Alas," he had mumbled to himself dismally "It seems that humans do not
accept the lizard kin as readily as first seemed."
The squire walked across the room towards him, his face was a sheer mask of
urgency. His cheek twitched and he spoke rapidly,
"A merchant caravan carrying a delivery for the city of Terra was ambushed
by bandits recently. The caravan was to deliver a handmade silken flag made
by the Head Seamstress of Duskan, which was stolen in the raid. Rumour has
it that the bandits have set up camp in the Terran forest to the south of
here. The King asks of you that you set out and return this flag as quickly
The squire turned to leave his scarlet robes flapping around his ankles;
"If you return alive with the flag, the King has stated that you will be
knighted and given your freedom." he turned as if to walk away, he stopped
"May the gods have mercy on you Sir Knight."