A slimy liver dripped wads of thick goo to the ground with every bite he took as he wandered about amidst the monoliths. He had heard this place called a graveyard, but lack lack of corpses to tamper with was woefully disappointing. "I ought to find the guy who named this place and nail a piece of him to every one of these damn humming rocks," he growled as he tossed the last bite of liver into his mouth. He noticed that the monoliths were taller than they were spaced apart and debated starting a game of dominoes, but the lack of civilians to be caught in their wake made it seem like a waste of energy. 

Then he saw something in the distance. A figure fully armored, cape billowing in the wind, weapons galore. "You're joking!" Talon exclaimed, and he couldn't help but fly over to get a better look. He landed 60 meters away from the figure and let out a rumbling laugh that resonated with the hum of the monoliths. "It really is! A f***ing knight, walking around in this day and age." He called out to Daniel, "Hey, Sir Shitsalot, you get lost looking for the Jabberwocky or something? Don't tell me you came to slay the big mean dragon!" His laughter bounced back and forth across the stone behemoths. "Tell you what, I'll let you live if you get down on your knees and sacrifice a virgin. Unless, of course, you are one, in which case, [color=9e0b0f]DIE![/color]" Talon grabbed the spikes on his back and pulled out two boneblades. It was clear that his offer was purely rhetorical; there was no way he was letting prey as hilarious as a knight leave this place alive.