|Normal||0 0 0||250||10||5||1||24-26|
|Hard||0 0 0||250||10||5||1||25-28|
|Nightmare||0 0 0||250||10||5||1||27-31|
The enemy's deck has:
(See Enemy Deck for more information)
|Breastplate of Warding||1||1||1|
|Dido Celwer Bloodwyn||1||1||1|
|Kobold Horde (AI)||1-3||1-2||1-3|
|Lesser Ferocious Cleave||1-3||1-2||1-2|
|Talisman of Warding||1||1||1|
|Wall of Steel||1-2||1-2||1-2|
The speaker stops in the road ahead of you, as though obeying his own command, and assumes a stance so perfectly upright and motionless that it would do a marble statue credit. The painful preciseness of his posture makes it seem as if he should be a part of a formation - soldiers on parade, resplendent ranks of warriors presenting themselves to their commander or lord. This impression is only enhanced by the blindingly bright polished state of his gold and silver panoply, gleaming shield, and shining sword. Yet he stands alone, making the entire effect somewhat comic.
But you do as bidden, and halt - albeit out of amusement rather than a genuine desire to oblige.
"I challenge you to a duel!" the man barks. "What weapons do you choose?"
"The ones I have in my hands, I suppose. But what-"
"Then let us begin!" he roars.
"Finally!" the man says, with a broad grin on his face. "Beaten!"
"You seem rather pleased about this."
"My master-at-arms told me that I had to keep dueling until I was bested. I've been out here for three days looking for someone who could do the job! I suppose he wanted to teach me something about humility."
The man bows, and strides away.
You shrug your shoulders, and walk on. Did your ancestor ever have to put up with things like this?