Rabenkopf

Meanwhile back at the desolate Dark Lands, a state of panic was rushing through the depths of Mount Nightmare. Deep within his personal chambers, Naster floated t in the centre of the stone floor scratching, his skull with fear. Hours had passed since he had ordered the attack on the Iron Village and he was beginning to lose patience. "What is taking them so long?" he growled to himself. Suddenly Naster's train of thought was interrupted by Reaper entering his chamber. "Ah Reaper," Naster said calmly. "Is there any news of our attack?" "Nothing yet Naster," Reaper growled. "Don't worry, they shall be here soon. It's not like they have to w