Knights of Tezoth

-- Absurd, quarrelsome, ugly of face, fit only for desert brigands -- riding a camel is a loss of honor.
Having graced the humped beast with but a fleeting glance, Ambrose approaches the unicorn, out of habit gesturing for the steed to come closer. The snow-white beast with sorrowful eyes, however, is in no hurry to approach the knight, snorting distrustfully and tossing its mane.
-- A handsome beast, but unlikely we shall get along, -- sighed the knight of the Hegemony. -- A unicorn is more of a lady's mount. Besides, in speed and strength it will hardly surpass my faithful Mordred by even a whit, and yet it costs a fair amount. A rare breed, I take it?
Leaving the unicorn be, the knight goes to look at the nightmare.
-- What a beauty! -- exclaims Ambrose with sincere, almost childlike delight, gazing at the colossal beast pacing restlessly in the cramped pen. -- With its heavy hooves it would be splendid for trampling, breaking ribs, crushing skulls of traitors to the crown and Tezoth... It strikes fear into the contemptible rabble, and it will plunge villains into a dreadful nightmare, truly this is a mount worthy of a hero. But forty gold I do not have on me, hold him for a few more days.