"Sit down, sit down," said Pierpont irritably. "So old Nesbudanchik's up to his old tricks again, eh?"
"Indeed, O Great and All-Powerful Pierpont."
"A simple Pierpont will suffice," said the wizard. He paused. "I don't suppose either of you brought along a shaker of martinis."
"Martinis, Great One?" said Cretin.
"No, of course not," muttered Pierpont. He slapped at a snake that had been slithering along his desk. "Well, what'll it be this time, Cretin? Need a charm to send this creature back to the Netherworld?"
Steeljaw hissed in fear, and Cretin laid a reassuring hand on one of his tentacles. "No, Lord of the Black Arts. This creature is my ally."
"With allies like that, who needs enemies?" said Pierpont. He laughed uproariously, then scribbled the line down for future use. "So, what can I do for you and your ally?"
"We have decided to kill Krotan the Conqueror," said Cretin.
"Ah!" cried Pierpont, rubbing his hands in glee. "Murder One! Excellent!"
)
It the time of Myths and Legends, Cretin the Beggar teams up with a tentacled, fire-breathing monster named Steeljaw to kill Krotan, the Usurper King of Agabenzzar. They must perform three tributes for Pierpont the Wizard to obtain the magic scimitar they need to commit the dastardly deed.
