Lord Talbot, astride his magnificent flying lizard, raced urgently toward Pinegrove village. His sharp eyes caught sight of the smoke rising from the village long before he could make out the details. A plume of firelight billowed into the darkening sky, and far in the distance, he spotted the massive form of Oliver’s tiger-like pet.
A sense of relief washed over him.
"It seems I arrived just in time. That boy hasn't attacked the nearby bandit camp yet, I see. The necromancer there is a troublesome opponent—only I can deal with him properly." Talbot thought to himself, feeling a surge of confidence. It seemed Oliver was safe, and the anxiety that had gripped him earlier began to ease.
"Ha! This time, I'll show that brat the power of a city lord."
His mind raced with plans to deal with the bandit camp personally, eager to impress Oliver with his skills. His excitement grew as he neared the village.