They stood to their feet white as a sheet. There roared a giant lizard, ridden by a dark wizard. Each fumbled and grabbed, their swords and jabbed, but the scales were tough unbreakable stuff.
Lizard fire spouted and the wizard shouted, "What business have you in Genekyoo?" The wizard's eyes were more than wise, but filled with power making each man cower.
Then Lord Red of the Valley of Dead pulled an arrow from behind his head, his shot was quick the arrow would stick, but the wizard's hand outstreched and fanned, the arrow turned a target unearned.
"If it's war you want, do not taunt. I fight real fighters not back biters," said the wizard upon his lizard.
Then Lord Hector of the Hero's Sector held out a hand a peace demand. He then bowed low, a humble show. "We mean you no harm, we'll put down our arms."
The dark wizard was amused, his anger difused. "I am blessed and so impressed, the presence of gentlemen, a number of ten. Such length you walk, now we will talk, come near and speak, what is it you seek?"
The ten came near, hiding their fear, and Lord Hector spoke, loosening his cloak. "We walk and search for the dwelling and perch of the Old Mr. Hatter. It's a serious matter that we find our way and that's what I've got to say."
The wizard thought, 'what a curious lot.' "What do you want of him? The path is grim."
"We want to go because we desire to know, what is this place in all it's odd grace." Said Lord Grin from the Halls of Tin.
The wizard pondered for an answer not squandered. The answer awoke and finally he spoke, "I do not know, I can help though."