The Ultimate Host

Ingram sat in the barracks having his giant oversized halberd sharpened and shined. As he waited, he smoked a cigar. He removed the cigar from his mouth and exhaled the smoke from his nostrils. What's taking so long?" The blacksmith dipped the giant halberd that weighed at least 200 pounds into the smelter. When he took it out was red hot. He dipped the halberd in water so it could cool off. After 2 hours the halberd was enhanced. The blacksmith bowed and handed the halberd to Ingram who began swinging it. He began smiling and laughing. " I can truly say your work is indeed great blacksmith." The blacksmith was tired. Ingram walked outside of the barracks and placed his weapon down. He walked into the dungeon to check on Dragic. Dragic was gone. As he investigated, he began smiling. He didn't have to worry. The black was surrounded. He wouldn't make it out alive. When he turned around he was kicked in the face Ingram spat up blood and grabbed Dragic by his neck, tossing him into a wall. Dragic puked, and endured the pain. " I knew you wouldn't make it far." " I will take back what is mine."