A dick

After several long hours of riding in the dark, Garris’s hood is thrown off. He squints as unwanted light floods his eyes. Garris looks around to see a large campsite before him, with red and gold tents filling the space. Another man wearing the same outfit as the others yanks Garris off the horse, and he falls to the dirt floor. “Git up.” The man said with a very obvious sneer to his tone. Garris complies and is pushed into a tent larger than the others. “Who have you brought me this time?” A frail voice cuts into Garris’s ears. Upon looking up, He figured the creature it came from must have been the old man sitting in an iron throne, and to his right, Garris saw the knight from before. The knight bows, “An offering, my lord.” The old man looks Garris up and down before replying, “leave me with him.” The knight nods and turns to leave. The man that had been pushing Garris inside made no movement. As the knight neared the exit, he placed a hand on the mans shoulder, “time to go.” The man shook his head before replying, “we can’t leave em alone, wha if” the knight shoves the man back, who sinks and follows through. The second they’re gone, Garris’s eyes scan the room for anyone else. The second he realizes that they truly are alone he pounces on the old man, who makes no indication of fear. Before he even touches him, the mans eyes seem to sink back into his face and he rises out of his chair, causing Garris to stumble back, but before he can retreat, the man grabs Garris by the neck with a freakishly long and unnaturally powerful bony arm. “Make no mistake by my image you fool,” the creature hisses, “if I had no plans for you, you’d be dead already.” He releases Garris with a shove.