Act I

Stood on Cedric's neck, Lorthar suddenly had an epiphany. What if he didn't plunge the sword slowly through his foe's eye socket? What if he didn't raze the poor soul's village to the ground? What if let his foe rise to his feet? Maybe that would fill the black hole that sat squarely at the centre of his heart.

Unfortunately for Cedric, the thought was quickly supplanted by lunch and he found his head rolling towards the now flaming inn, which ironically, was called the flaming inn.

So was all in a day's work for Lorthar and now awaited a pint of mead and a sandwich, onwards was the motto and onwards he would go.

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