Knights of Tezoth

Camel

-- Absurd, quarrelsome, with an ugly face, fit only for desert bandits -- it is a dishonor to ride a camel.
Having graced the humped beast with but a fleeting glance, Ambrose approaches the unicorn, habitually 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 beautiful beast, but we are unlikely to 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 hair's breadth, and yet it costs a fair amount. A rather 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 giant 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 instills fear in the despicable rabble, and it will plunge villains into a dreadful slumber, this is truly a hero's steed. But I do not have forty gold on me, hold him for a few more days.