Lapistia

- Hmm, - James moved his hand inside the creaking metal. - I was already thinking that I would finally end my journey, even if it meant becoming a statue up to my knees in corpses. Not the worst way to go, although I doubt I could remain conscious for eternity. Eventually, some marauders would dismantle and burn me.
He nodded respectfully at Desay's corpse.
- Not bad, not bad. I'll take your idea and use it, brother.
James kicked the unconscious bandit.
- Attempt number two? Hmm, - this time, the knight decided to cover his face with his helmet.