Garth and his trusted troops Hike the Kharusurahk To take stock of Mayor Locke A skilled soldier himself Scattered the Shifting Sand Saw bandits banned from his homeland The brutal battle twenty years ago It left the mines collapsed And townsfolk with nowhere to go With little to go round, many stole to survive The thickest thieves were the ones to thrive Till Locke ran them away, was elected to stay He strives to revive the mines And town to this very day Garth vents his woes to Wade The might White Robe displayed Triggers bitter tirades Brings to mind Percival Their skills both surgical White Robe less merciful "That he is alive, it makes me sick We sleep near to that lunatic I should have crushed him under my boot My power should be absolute At least his cultists are floundering Without the control that he brings" The band sets up camp for the night Shining bright in the fire's light Necessary to best the cold But in the blackness rather bold Suddenly a massive beast appears Ten feet of pure muscle stomps near Skin made of stone and bone overgrown Piercing through patches of dark fur The King's Right Hand charges in alone Unarmed and donning no armor Garth grapples the boulderbeast Glares up for eye contact Rams his shoulder forward Swings up for a sharp impact Garth bursts the beast's left eye The freed claw tears his back Finally he is pressed prone By a savage counterattack Huge canines thrust for his neck But the bite is blocked Both press with all their might But enter a deadlock An arrow pierces the skull The beast flees, its rampage dulled Garth shouts a primal roar "I'm fierce enough for more!"