I noiticed this scoundrel one dark and stormy night on the way to the graveyard. He was assaulting some damsel out on the road. Well, I didn't particularly care, not my business and all that. Besides, she was asking for trouble being out in that neck of the woods at night, especially dressed as she was. But my companion, and beast of burden, El Cid became enraged and pounded the scoundrel to death. Well you should have seen the look on the girl's face when she embraced El Cid and pressed a kiss to his hooded face. Perhaps it was the lack of lips, or the stench of decay, but either way she went off screaming into the night. I laughed at El Cid and rebuked him; "there is your gratitude old fellow". He only grunted at me, as the dead are wont to do. Dried up tongues and palates do not annunciate well. Anyway, the event made for a quick trip that evening with no digging. And the scoundrel now assault targets his own size, as he redeems himself on the field of glory!!!