Carid knew she was in trouble when she could see the whites of the Monster’s eyes. That was long before it opened its deceptively helpless, nearly toothless maw and let out a ghastly roar. Its fetid smell nearly undid her as it lurched towards her on its short fat legs, threatening to engulf her in its rolls of dimpled fat.
She reminded herself that she was a seasoned warrior and had faced down trolls and dragons with nothing more than her sword. She braced herself, feet firmly planted, in preparation for the deadly onslaught.
“Auntie… Auntie Carid… Pick Jaerga up!”