The Mad Monk

Lord Catidsis glares down at the Black army runner. The Monsters for Good were trouble enough but now it seems they have even stronger help.
“The stunted creature you describe is called a Dwarf. The frail looking one is probably an Elf and the bearded youth a Sorcerer.”
Looking out across the cherry blossom tree islands surrounding the monastery, the greying, self proclaimed ‘Lord’, sighs.
“Send for General Sorel and a battalion of his best men. It’s time he earned his keep.”
Turning his back on the boy, Lord Catidsis goes to meditate and to commune with his God.