“Winter Dragon,” Tibost spit onto the ground, “Perhaps, drunk in an alley. But not on my wall. Remove him!” Two men began to escort, Rollin from the wall.
“Wait!” Tibost shouted, “Take his sword.”
Renaud protested, “Sire!”
“I said, take his sword!”
One of Rollin’s escorts grasped the handle of Thundersoul. In an instant a white light streaked down from the sky and struck Rollin with a blinding flash. A loud thunderous boom rolled across Winterrock and out into the approaching Orc army. Many of the paladins on the wall were flung back, knocked off their feet, unable to see Rollin in the light. Rollin felt a surge of strength through his muscles, the pains of his age left him, he felt power course through his veins, he felt faster more agile, and even taller.
When the light finally dimm
