A replacement and a vet sit at a fire in the night the vets voice slurred by wine and chilling wind. "Da troops call'er Da Blood Wench, they say she's some kinda witch and I thinks so to after see'n what I saw today. The enemy's army was led by a dragon, which laughed at us in a horribly human voice as it came rolling over the dales. Da Wench ran ta meet it at a inhuman speed, she leapt up an flipped a right overits head there was a flash of silver and a ringing of steel hit'n stone and low the head came clean off of dat dragon. It's body fell into a small low spot, burst inta flames and consumed itself. Da Wench then leapt back to us as if on wings of furry and with her in da lead we slaughtered that whole army to a man.