"Cucombar, why? Why are you working with these reched demons? Have you fallen so low?" Picklenose was locked in a dungeon, away from his home, as Cucombar had kidnapped him. She loved her husband but didn't want him in the way of her mission.
"And you, Dill! I took you in, raised you as my own! I wanted you to be my successor! Yet you side with her? Why?"
"It is for your own good, my lord. We will not win this fight against the demons, and in order to save you, I needed to make this difficult decision." Dill was telling the truth. All he wanted was for Picklenose to be safe, and he saw this as the best option.
"My sweet Pickle, please do not hate me. I promise that everything will be fine. The hero is weak and will lose, so with the demon king's protection, we will survive."
"No, we wont!" He shouted. "The church got wind of your plans, as they had visited me before you kidnapped me. Not only that, but the hero from the foreign land is here as well! He's powerful!"
