The moon was almost a complete square in the star-speckled black velvet sky. He remembered the old days, fighting off massive waves of mobs each full moon during the siege on the village, always failing to kill the elusive Spider Jockey. The village was safe tonight, but within a few days, the three players would have to fight off the largest horde of evil mobs they had ever seen. Even more of a reason, he thought, for gettin’ these soldiers to leave the village. The village had an eerie, ominous feeling, in the light of the moon, slightly extenuated by the wavering torchlight. The roads were silent, save the distant sound of evil mobs crying in agony, punctuated by splats. This, he supposed, was the Iron Golem doing its work. Besides this, Leonidas’s ears caught the faint sound of joyous, raucous laughter and conversation. Leonidas traced the sounds to a house at the far end of the gravel road, near the outer border of the village. He dashed up to about ten blocks away and then silently snuck up to the back window.
