Garendel walked out upon the balcony to survey the writhing mass of men that Knight-Marshall Greoge had brought to siege his castle. A valley of stone led from the castle off towards the army's camp. Harty bushes dotted the slopes of the valley. The occasional tree clawed out a survival on the barren slopes. The faces on the lower edges of the high slopes shone with an erie light, and seem to run throught agonies of the deaths all over again.

A sigh escaped his lips as the first wave of soldiers were calcified by the glyphs inset in the outer walls of the castle. Their stone bodies soon crumbled to dust under the influence of the second set.

"Knights never learn." Gar said staring into the heavens. He turned his back upon the folly of the army and walked throught the open balcony doors into his bedroom.