Filibert's orders

Some halfbrains have been wandering around near Mont Crane. They call themselves knights errant, but I call them swill-slurping miscreants. No idea what they’re looking for here, no windmills around for them to charge, but those addled anklebiters dream up mad ideas no normal man would ever contemplate. No matter what they’re up to, they’re to stop it. The best way to take care of a knight errant is to cut off his head. If anyone brings me such a head, he can count on a plump pouch of coins. As you know, Filibert Fourfingers makes no idle promises. I can be harsh, but I can also be generous.

Filibert