The Knight stank like millennium-old oil and tobacco, mainly because He was close to one thousand years old and His previous owner had been a fairly heavy smoker. That didn't matter to Lisle, though. All that mattered to her was scaring off the damned creature that was trying to make a snack out of her people's village. She knew nothing about the Knight, outside of the legends she'd been told, and what looking could extrapolate. He had been a mighty warrior, ages ago, before Fire had engulfed much of the planet. A great golem of grand scale, covered in metal that kept it original, brass and silver sheen thanks in part to care the villagers gave it. An inhuman head – it had four eyes, no nose, and no mouth – was crowned by a peculiar sort of helmet, with a great, glistening jewel laid into a pointed crest over the forehead.
No one had woken the Knigh