Evil Minions

Fryeday Evening, Janoary 13th, Year of the Field Mouse

It sure is dark in this tunnel. Are you crying, Jimbo? Then wot's that noise your making? Oh for Heaven's sake! Keep it down! Bad enough we can't see in here, you want the dragon to sneak up on us and take a bite in our bums while we're not looking? Wait a minute. I'd rather not see that happen. Hey, did you hear that? Sounds like scratching. Or like little feet scrabbling on the floor. Woah! Hey! Where did you get that torch from and how in the world did you light it? Flint and tinder? You carry flint, tinder and a torch around with you? Oh, I see. You were going to set fire to... Wot!? Nevermind. I don't want to know. Look at this! It looks like tiny footprints. Too big for a regular lizard. Way too small for a fire-breathing dragon. Could it be a baby dragon? Lizard men, huh, Jimbo. Midget lizard men in mini armour bearing crude spears and shields. And the occasional sword. Pretty impressive, Jimbo. But what would make you say something as ridiculous as that? They're standing right in front of us, eh? Wot!? To arms! Hold them off, Jimbo, while I run and get help. You sprained your ankle, you rememeber? So I'll go. Yeah. No, I'm sure. Here, take Slayer, my wooden sword. *Fling* Oops! Sorry, didn't mean to hit you in the head. Or the torch. Or have the sword land on the floor. Pick it up! Atta boy. See you in about a half-hour. I'll bring tea and crumpets and some help. Wot's this? They're backing off from you, Jimbo! Well, I'll say! How'd you get Slayer to light up like that? Me magical sword has never done that for me! They're running scared, all thanks to you, you and that blade (and a little bit of my knightly intimidation tactics). That’s right, run you little evil minions. Cower in the face of a righteous knight and his loyal squire. And don’t come back. Phew, that was close, wouldn’t you say, Jimbo? Rumbling? I don’t hear rumbling. Oh that rumbling. Isn’t that running water? Getting louder, huh… Scrabbling feet… Can’t be giant elephant rats… Omigosh! They went to get reinforcements! No wonder you’re already hiding in that there alcove. Quick now, make some room for me. I see torches in the distance…