Dragonheart 3: The Sorcerer's Curse (2015) - full transcript

When aspiring knight Gareth goes in search of a fallen comet rumored to contain gold, he is shocked to instead find a set of dragon eggs guarded by dragon Drago. After Drago saves Gareth's life the two become intricately bonded, and must work together to defeat an evil sorcerer and stop his reign of terror. Along the way, Gareth learns the true meaning of being a knight in this fantasy action-adventure for the ages.

Hundreds of years ago,

when the Romans

occupied Britannia,

the clans of the north

were a people

impossible to tame,

and so the emperor, Hadrian,

erected a wall

across the isle

to stop their deadly raids

and control the countryside.

Though Rome eventually fell,

the Wall still stands.

Knights of

the southern kingdoms

guard its ramparts,

ever fearful

of the mysterious north,

where some clans,

led by a wise

circle of druids,

are content to work

their lands in peace,

while others envision a day

when the wall

comes tumbling down.

May the fire carry our voices

to the stars

under which we sleep,

let the spirits

bless our homelands

as we honor

the old codes we keep.

Oh, heavens,

druids from every clan

gather here to understand

your mysteries

and learn of the future.

A falling star

from the constellation Draco.

This is a sign

to gather swords,

go over the wall

and claim the wealthy lands

that are rightfully ours.

Put this in our trove

for safekeeping.

Brother Brude,

sometimes

you must leave

well enough alone.

Are we not guides

to our people

of the north?

Why learn the spells

of the ancients

if not to use them

for a just cause?

I'm beginning to doubt

this druid circle

can effectively lead

the Celts any longer.

This falling star

could mean

a new era for the Celts.

An era of peace.

Our people

are tired of fighting.

That is why I invited

the Painted Tribe

to join us.

The Picti.

To spur the clans to war.

They can be

quite motivational.

I will take

you!

By sun and moon

switching stance,

two as one,

druids, dance!

By the light of the moon,

by which all power flows,

we will show our

people the way forward

with blood

and iron!

All right,

you puking foot-lickers!

Tomorrow, the squires

who have pleased me

will be knighted

and earn a Silver Sword.

This is your last test

of combat.

And the winner

gets a cut

of the collections.

Begin.

Don't take it too hard,

we can't all be knighted.

I'm sure you'll make

a fine soldier.

I'm not taking orders.

I'm giving them.

Put some weight in it!

Get a blade!

Finally,

something interesting.

I'm getting a seat

at the knight's table.

Do you always need

two friends to get

your sword up?

I've been waiting

a long time

to give your tart

mouth a beating.

It's obvious

you should quit, Gareth.

I don't quit.

You will.

I quit.

Oh, now he'll see.

I quit.

Please, Gareth.

Sir Gareth.

First day

of the month! Pay up!

Make your payments!

Pay up!

Pay your respects

to Sir Horsa.

What? No.

Please, sir.

Here's your blood money.

And much good

may it do you.

- Watch your mouth!

Pay up!

Come on, pay up!

Coins.

What good will a few coins

from a poor man do you?

You think that wall

is enough to protect you

from the savages?

Show some respect.

It's that time!

Everyone pays!

These last few months,

they've been

preparing for war.

How'd you like us

to let them meet

your daughter?

Get inside. Go.

Who did you think

defends the garrison, eh?

You there.

You're next.

We're about

to fetch you some

of those coins, squire.

Old man!

Got clay in those ears?

It's time for your tribute.

Trade's dried up.

People are scared,

they've moved south.

I haven't sold enough

to give you a cut.

You know the routine.

Need me to remind you?

Oh.

You've got

a good eye.

Twelve days

of my life in that.

How much of yourself

have you ever put

into one thing?

Is he giving you

trouble in there?

No!

Just showing him

who's in charge.

Feels light.

Some of them

were short, master.

But they won't

do it again.

Keep my share.

A squire walking away

from his cut?

I only meant to honor you.

You honor me

by obeying my command.

Kneel.

Lower.

Lower.

You remember that smell?

It's the stench

of the poor

and the common.

Why do you want

to go back there, boy?

I'm not a boy anymore, master.

And I don't want to go back.

I want to be a knight.

This is what you've

worked so hard for,

and you'd throw

all that away.

For what?

You're good with a blade

but you've cost me money.

Get your kit

and get out.

You're not gonna be knighted.

But I've done

all you've ever asked.

I've oiled your armor,

tended your horses.

I've got nothing else.

By my count, you owe me

a hundred crowns.

Bring it to me.

Then you can have your sword.

You can be one of us!

You can be a knight.

I'd have to steal

to earn that much.

Better get started then.

Swear by your life.

I swear my affinity.

Swear by your life.

I swear my affinity.

More knights, more war.

All rotten to the core.

Arise, knights of

Sir Horsa's Guard!

My roof leaks,

but not this much.

Come on.

More soup, Begilda.

He's a grown man.

The legends say that

when dragons were alive,

they served mankind.

So I thought tableware

seemed appropriate.

But no one buys it.

Who wants to touch

a lizard every time

you need a drink?

It'll be popular again,

you'll see.

People need a sign

to believe in.

You asked how long

I put myself

into something?

Five years cleaning

my master's boots.

And is that an order

you still want to belong to?

Plague took my parents.

Priests got rid of me

as soon as they could.

Being a squire was hard,

but I belonged.

When you're a knight,

you get respect.

I'll find those

hundred crowns

and my sword.

I won't be poor anymore.

Where I come from, we say,

"The poor are first to suffer,

but also first to help."

There's honor in that.

The heavens weep!

What sorcery is this?

Oh, it's a sign.

It's a sign! It's a sign!

Of what?

Maybe an opportunity!

Tell the gate

to double the watch.

This could be

a Celt-skin trick.

Yes, sir.

My father used to

mine soil and rocks,

and sometimes, he said...

Ah! His tools!

He said sometimes,

the heavens would drop

a rock to the Earth,

a rock full of riches.

It is north

of the wall.

There are painted

flesh-eaters everywhere.

You're right.

But I bet

there's gold

at the end

of that rainbow.

I can do it.

I wish you

good fortune.

Watching you young boys

run around the village

made me wonder

what a son of ours

would have become.

I would have passed him

this necklace

to give his true love.

Maybe you can

use it one day.

Shh!

Saltpeter.

Did those

supplies come in yet?

They have, sir.

I've got

a knight's salary

to spend on you now,

my lovely.

Cuthbert.

Is that a knight I see?

No, my mistake.

Just a beggar.

With no coins

to my name.

Yet.

He's heading south,

looking for a warm

street to die on.

As usual

you're mistaken.

I'm heading north.

Over the wall.

- Oh, I can't see!

- Arrest him!

He's got my sword!

Come on!

He's getting away!

Help! Thief!

He's on the wall!

To your posts!

You're fen-sucked now.

Good luck

among the savages!

You'll eat your words

when I'm back

with a full purse

and a knighthood to claim!

I can still get him!

Save your arrows.

They're gonna have

his liver for lunch.

No one will ever

remember you, Gareth!

Show yourself.

Ahhh!

A thousand crowns

if there are a hundred.

Pox me. A dragon.

Gold.

Fetch the sorcerer!

No, you don't. That's mine!

No!

Shade by day,

bright by night,

to do my will

in full moon's light!

Brothers.

Our greatest weapon

is now at hand.

It's a sign! It's a sign!

It took me an hour

to brew that!

I'm sure making poison

takes great patience.

Poison?

This is to keep you

from getting sick.

What is this place?

All that remains

of the collected

knowledge of the druids.

They're our prophets

and our oracles.

I was an apprentice

with the White Circle,

preparing to take

the Great Trial

and earn this robe.

That's when Brude

began his reign of terror,

and the druids were killed.

Brude.

That sorcerer?

I need to find him.

He has the dragon's eggs.

Yes.

And they're very valuable.

There's no telling

what he might do with them.

But save your strength.

The time to face Brude

will come soon enough,

now that you're on our side.

I'm on no one's side

but my own.

Are you sure?

Look.

The druids prophesized

that a favorable omen

would show in the sky.

And it has.

A dragon has returned

to our lands,

and I believe it

brought you to us.

It saved your life.

You've been chosen.

A sign.

A dragon was

sometimes known to

share its heart

with an ailing human

who'd earned its respect.

You selflessly

protected its eggs.

Could this be dangerous?

I don't know.

I'm just an apprentice.

Right now I'm learning

the unknotting spell.

The knots

are supposed to disappear.

I was once an apprentice.

A squire.

Before you became a knight.

Yes.

Oh, I knew it!

The way you handled

this blade.

And how you stood up

to those savages.

You're a knight

of the Old Code.

Old Code?

Uh, Merlin,

the first druid,

kept company with dragons

over 400 years ago.

They helped the king

named Arthur bring peace

to the whole isle.

The first dragons

taught the knights

a code of honor.

"A knight is sworn to valor.

"His heart knows only virtue.

"His blade..."

Well, the rest is illegible,

it just says, "his blade."

Defends the helpless.

So you do know it.

Yes.

We recite it every day.

Lorne. Is that

wall-crawler awake?

Wall-crawler?

That's Rhonu.

You want my advice?

Just nod

and say, yes.

I told you to keep

the southerner bound.

Stay back!

Rhonu,

he can help us.

He's a knight,

and the dragon saved him...

He's no knight.

I am, and have

no quarrel with you.

Now let me pass

and I'll be on my way.

Kill the boy

if you think it will help.

Wait!

You need our help

to find Brude.

What if he could help us?

What if he could

get the dragon

to fight on our side?

Not poison.

Ah.

My uncle and I cut down

five more bodies.

Brude has driven

every village

into hiding

and hanged

the able-bodied men

who won't

join his army.

We only want

to live in peace.

But between him

and your accursed wall...

Lorne says this creature

saved your life.

Is it true?

Has a dragon

come from the stars?

And with nine eggs.

How will you convince it

to take up our cause?

When dragons were alive,

they served mankind.

Knights had a special

bond with them.

We're chosen.

It's southern hogwash.

It was fate that

brought me to the dragon.

Perhaps it's fate

that our causes unite.

Each noose

yields a string

that I will shoot back

at Brude

in the name of the dead.

This one is for my mother.

Show us this dragon.

This way.

I can feel him!

It's moving.

Whoa!

My heart.

And your heart.

Is one heart, yes?

Me, Gareth.

Me, strong.

Good. Good human.

Uh...

The others, savages. Bad.

Really awful,

evil, smelly...

I shared my heart

with the village idiot.

You talk?

And you're a male dragon.

But you lay eggs.

Don't make assumptions.

The eggs are not mine.

I'm their guardian.

No offense meant.

And I didn't know

dragons could talk.

We can't.

At least not like this.

You did this to me.

When our hearts

were shared,

I suddenly found

words in my mouth.

Do you have a name?

Back home I am called,

Hissyoxyillammochogannatoss.

So...

How about something simpler?

Uh, I know.

You're a dragon.

How about Drago?

Drago.

Drago.

It'll do.

Why did you save me?

For your mercy.

The young dragons,

sit in their shells.

Without thinking

of yourself,

you saved them.

Gareth. Great!

No, no, no.

It's all right.

They're friends.

They're friends.

Me, human.

You, dragon.

Been through that,

thank you.

It speaks!

A witness

to a dragon and knight

sharing a heart.

A knight?

You?

Yes.

Sir Gareth.

Very well.

I can use a knight

to help me rescue the eggs.

In the wrong hands,

a great harm

can be done with them.

Follow me.

Why don't you fly down

and burn them

all to a cinder?

Watch.

Hurry! It's coming!

Keep the fires stoked.

You heard that!

Downwind!

I'll take a tongue

for every one

that goes out!

The sorcerer

has cursed me.

By day or by the light

of a torch,

I become ghostly.

If you can darken

some torches,

I can get the eggs back

and fulfill my duty

to raise the dragons

as friends to mankind.

And if we return

the eggs to you,

will you help us

defeat these savages?

Gladly.

Intruder!

Intruder!

Prepare!

Prepare!

Oil!

Fire!

Soon, my child.

You will understand

what I have

in store for you.

Hmm.

Paint can't hide

your true skin.

A southerner?

So far from home.

What brings you

over the wall?

Are you a spy?

Ah.

You like my treasures?

I prayed

that the prophecy

would bring me one dragon

that I could make my own.

Stay down.

But nine?

They will grow up

knowing me

as their only master,

and when their

wings are strong,

they will fly

over your wall

and show your people

the horror

they've shown mine.

Tie him to the tree.

This is what

happens to those

who stand against

the tide of the moon!

They share

each other's pain.

Water!

Bonded,

just like Merlin said.

If you die,

so does the dragon.

So valuable.

Brude chose the moon

to be his spirit guide.

When it ebbs, at dawn,

his powers will be

at his weakest.

Sleep now,

Mother Moon.

Swell thy belly to

bring upon a blacker night.

Come.

We're going hunting.

I can bring forth a fog

so thick it will

hide your movements,

yet so natural

they'll never

suspect it's me.

You better be worth

a hundred crowns,

or I'm frying

the lot of you.

Lorne.

Here.

I can do this.

Earth and water,

blackest bog,

water and air,

white as fog.

White as fog!

White as fog!

What's this?

Sorcery!

Horses from the trees!

Brace yourselves, men!

Get out of the way!

I'll take that.

Catch!

Ha! Ha!

You'll need more

than smoke tricks, runt.

Ha!

Ha!

Stop.

We'll wait

for my uncle here.

We should keep

moving while we can.

Where I come from,

when you have

the advantage,

you use it.

Wait!

Lorne! Lorne!

Are you hurt?

Sorcery has a cost.

Even when

you get it right.

Here, get up.

The younger you are,

the more it drains

your energy.

Drago.

Thank you

for saving them.

Daylight burns.

I must stay

in the shadows.

Did you see that?

He jumped.

And what good is a dragon

powerless beneath the sun?

We've staked

everything on him.

Can't you break the curse?

I was never ordained.

But perhaps with time

I could study my scrolls.

Find your remedy?

We've some time

until they

catch their horses,

but they'll hunt down

every last family

in the vale to find you.

No, Brude will

follow the eggs.

I'll take them

south in the wagon,

drawing his forces away.

That will give you time

to gather those in hiding,

and a chance

to make a stand.

Head south and you hit

the Wall in three days.

There's more road

to the north.

Unless you're planning

on taking those eggs

back over for yourself.

No. I can travel

faster over ground

I've already covered.

Besides, I'm a knight.

I'm chosen.

The dragon trusts me.

All right.

South it is.

But Brude has men

taking slaves

in the hills.

We'll have

to be careful.

We?

Well, I'm coming

with you.

And Lorne can study

his scrolls along the way.

Arm every man

who can fight,

then come south

and we'll trap Brude

against the Wall.

Rhonu, the journey

will be difficult,

with little sleep.

Do I look like

I've lived a life

of comfort?

I forbid it.

Forbid?

I'm only concerned

for your safety.

And can you blame me?

You must have felt something

when you touched my heart?

Let's get started.

She grows on you,

does she not?

Like a thorny vine.

The answer is no,

by the way.

I can't blame you

for feeling protective.

Well, laugh, if you will.

Come now,

you really think a Celt

could like a southerner?

Well, a man is a man,

is he not?

Aye, a man be a man,

but his homeland

gives him his nature.

At least that's

what we believe.

Inside the Wall.

Inside? You mean outside.

No, this side is inside.

The other side is inside.

This is outside.

You built the Wall

to keep us in.

Like animals in a cage.

It was built

to keep you out,

like monsters at your door.

And I didn't build it.

And I am not

a monster.

I could have chosen

wiser words.

Whoa!

What in hellfire

just happened?

I was just holding it.

I didn't mean to.

Until the dragons hatch,

they have no control

over their fire.

I'm afraid

some of them

might not survive

this journey.

I need the southerner alive!

They'll have

heard the sound.

Then we get off

the road. Go on foot.

Stick to broken ground.

Hand me the eggs.

Slowly.

That's it.

Careful.

That's it.

There's a cave

up ahead.

Gareth.

What do you see?

A shadow.

It has shape and feeling.

Yes.

Brude's dark sorcery

has opened the shadows to me

and through our hearts,

to you as well.

Come. I'll show you

how it works.

Waiting for me

to carry you

over the threshold?

Master shadow jumping

and you'll travel

with great speed.

Like growing wings!

Drago! Wait up!

Step number one,

think of the shadows

as doors.

Use your imagination.

See? Every shadow

is a passageway.

Now give it a try.

It's shadow jumping,

not shadow standing.

Yeah, keep laughing,

lizard breath.

Step number two,

choose a shadow

to exit ahead of you.

Step number three,

focus and take your

mind off distractions.

Now follow me.

Jump, jump, jump!

Jump!

Jump!

Jump, jump, jump!

Jump!

You can do it!

Concentrate!

Jump!

Ow.

Maybe you haven't

inherited anything from me.

Either that

or Rhonu's

distracting you.

I do think she likes you.

You're mad.

Notice how she

sneers at you.

When a female dragon

finds a male worthy,

she strikes him

with her tail.

Let's hope that tradition

doesn't catch on

amongst humans.

You like her too.

I do not.

Each day, our bond

grows closer.

First it was pain, sorrow.

But now I can feel

how your heart races

when she's near you.

We're being chased

by a murderous sorcerer.

Of course

my heart's racing.

A true knight would

be able to train hard

and set aside

distractions.

I trained for years,

you talking saddlebag.

How dare you? Take that.

Oh! Ow! Ow!

You're making

assumptions again.

Armored.

You don't feel anything?

Maybe a tickle.

It's nice to see

you found the occasion

to play the fool.

Come.

Lorne's found something.

It is called, simply,

the Sorcerer's Curse,

an incantation of enslavement.

The victim will follow

the druid's command,

but only from

dusk till dawn.

In daylight

they will be weak, useless.

There is always a price,

even to a sorcerer

such as Brude.

See here?

The curse takes

its hold slowly.

But at the full moon,

the victim loses

his own will.

Drago will be

on Brude's side.

Two days.

Come to me.

Come to me.

Something wrong?

I was dreaming

of the great things

the dragons will do

for mankind.

When I felt

the curse quicken.

It seems evil desires

can spoil a dream

just like they can a heart.

Two more days

to the Wall.

And for Drago.

What was her name?

Begilda.

Is she beautiful?

Has she borne children?

You'd have to

ask her husband.

What wicked habits

do you keep

over that Wall?

You misunderstand.

She's an old woman

who showed me kindness.

And as for beauty,

I've seen more of it

on this side of the Wall,

truth be known.

They were here.

Signs of a fire.

Fear.

We're getting closer.

Put your feet on!

Get down.

Move yourself,

you dog!

I know that clan.

Some are cousins

from homesteads

to the east.

Five guards.

We could free them.

Are you mad?

We have to keep moving.

Once they pass,

we can carry on

over the ridge

and into the forest.

The eggs are the only

thing that matter now.

What matters

is my people's freedom.

Here.

Careful.

Do what you will.

I'm helping them.

Rhonu, wait.

Listen.

You could have

tried to stop her.

Me?

You're supposed

to be the knight

in shining armor.

Oh, we're leaving?

She said to go on.

It's a clear shot south

once we get

through the forest.

Sir Gareth.

I've seen you fight.

You can take them.

She's all alone.

You've already

lost us one dragon,

do you intend

to kill the rest?

Keep going!

I said move!

The ties that bind,

hear my call,

un-entwine,

free from all!

We're free!

Lorne!

We're free!

Gareth.

Whoa!

A knight is sworn to valor.

Look!

I'm back!

Shade by day,

bright by night,

to do my will

in full moon's light!

All cannot

survive this journey.

Sacrifice what you must.

Shoot! Shoot!

Shoot!

Oh!

Through your own shadow!

What valor!

Southern man!

I see you've gone

dizzy-eyed

for that yeasty scut!

Kiss her neck

while you can,

before I stretch it

like her mother's.

Hey, hey. Wait.

Let's go.

No!

No!

Let's go. Come on.

There's still too

many of them. Come on.

The code.

When Drago

regained his form,

could that have

been your doing?

Me? How?

Well, you upheld

the code.

You came back.

And to my recollection

that was the precise

moment Drago appeared.

You share feelings, pain.

Perhaps he can feel

the valor in you too.

How does it feel?

Seeing home?

Hard to see anything

but a wall.

By end of day tomorrow

we'll be trapped

between it and Brude.

Your uncle will

make it, I'm sure.

He'll be riding

into certain death

if Drago has fallen

under Brude's control.

The men of the Wall

will honor a knight's

request for protection,

won't they?

Yes, honor's

in their every word.

Well, I know

a place we can shelter.

The Druid's Circle,

where I was to get my robe.

No more.

The curse grows stronger.

I can't move.

You have to fight it.

Brude is a potent sorcerer,

which apparently

I'll never be.

I can't find a way

to break the curse.

I am now

a danger to you all.

You must leave.

We need you.

I will not be enslaved.

I will take

my own life first.

And mine?

No!

There must be another way.

Rhonu is right.

I can't take your life.

Choices must be one's own.

I never thanked you

for sharing

your heart with me.

And I never said

I was sorry

for doubting

that you're a true knight.

It is time.

Will I still

feel your heart?

What do I do?

What happens now?

Follow the code,

like a knight always does.

I'm not a knight.

I never was.

I don't even know

what one is anymore.

On the other side

of the Wall,

there is no code.

It's just cruelty.

I'm sorry.

Gareth,

if you would

truly be a knight,

your might will

uphold the weak,

your word will

speak only truth.

And if this is to be

my last dawn of freedom,

I'm glad you were

here by my side,

my friend.

Well, this is it.

We can't run any further.

Stay hidden.

Oh! Oh!

Hey, wait! They'll shoot

one of us on sight.

Hail! Hail!

Men of the Wall!

It's me! Gareth!

Don't shoot!

Hold your fire!

Don't shoot!

Man approaching!

Don't shoot!

On your post!

It's me!

Kalin, it's Gareth!

I returned from the north!

Kalin, open the gate.

Any moment, a pack

of savages will come

through those trees,

hundreds of them...

Well, what have we here?

...led by a cruel

and powerful sorcerer

and a dragon.

You won't be laughing

when you're under attack.

So you've returned!

Not empty-handed, I hope.

A dragon's egg,

made of gold.

What's he doing?

Showing his true heart.

Gareth! Wait!

Don't!

Archers ready!

No, wait.

They're with me.

Fire on my command.

Look!

I see you've found

the fortune

you needed to buy

your knighthood.

Chosen, was it?

I don't want it anymore.

Open the gates.

You have to believe me.

I just want to help.

Open the gate!

Your quest

hasn't improved

the company that you keep.

But you've certainly

accomplished what

I asked of you.

For this

marvelous creation,

I would knight you.

But, seeing as

you've brought this,

what is it,

a powerful sorcerer

to my wall?

I'd have you denied.

Welcome,

my pet.

Tonight, you will be

mine in body and mind.

Was this part

of your plan?

He's led us to our deaths.

And you, druid.

You said

he'd help free us.

What are they

waiting for?

The fools have

forgotten their ladders.

They can't

get over the Wall.

They're waiting

for the moon!

Waiting for Drago.

If we're up here

when he attacks,

we'll be burned to ash.

I can free Gareth.

But you can't do

the rope trick

because he's in chains.

This is no rope trick.

I hear your king

has feasted on

every creature

that walks, flies

or swims.

He will pay handsomely

to consume these rarities.

Now, my child.

- To arms!

- To arms!

Moon and sun,

two as one.

Switching stance,

druids dance.

Lorne? How did he...

Get up to the wall,

you cowards!

Feed!

- To battle!

- To battle!

We've lost him.

Drago's gone.

We've lost everything!

And the best thing

I could do is put an arrow

straight through

your heart and his!

Kill me if you want.

But the only good part

of Drago left is in here!

He shared his heart with me

before he was cursed.

But what are you gonna do?

Give it back to him?

I'm going to do

what the code requires.

Onward!

We've lost the dragon!

I've led you to a slaughter!

Come this far, my dillie.

I'm seeing

the other side

of that wall!

Charge!

Grab what you can.

No need to count.

Closed for business.

You still trying to earn

a silver sword?

This one will do.

Leave.

You see what

caring about savages

unworthy of your

status brings?

You've doomed

this settlement.

A knight

is sworn to valor.

That old rhyme?

Just poetry, boy.

It's more than

you ever taught me.

And if it wasn't

for those words,

I'd still be

stealing from the poor.

And you'd still have

your head!

My blade shall

defend the helpless.

See? I've taught

you something.

And now for your

last lesson, squire.

The old codes have

been bought and sold.

A knight is only

worth his profit!

Aim for their front line.

You, raise your elbow.

Don't they teach you

anything here?

Better.

Life takes some

damn strange turns.

Ahhh!

I won't leave

their side.

Our hearts know only virtue.

Brave lass.

Show me the dragon's eggs

and I'll spare you the noose.

Rhonu!

For my mother!

Run! Run!

Gareth!

The curse is broken!

You saved me!

The village idiot

strikes again!

I only see a knight.

Sir Gareth.

Druid's alive!

Get him down!

Gareth?

I guess it worked.

I'd say you've

earned that robe.

Gareth!

Gareth!

Hold on, Rhonu.

We did it.

We won.

Gareth.

Now we really do have

something in common.

Let today mark

the beginning of a new age,

with the wisdom

of the dragons

and the Old Code.

We can lay down our weapons

and unite together in peace.

Sir Gareth!

This will now

be called

the Dragon's Gate,

and it will always

remain open

for people from both sides.

Am I the chosen one now?

Choices must always

be one's own.

Ah! Welcome

from the north.

Hi, there.

Would you like

a gold dragon

mug, sir?

Uh, that one.

This one?

Yeah.

This is the best.

One only. That one?

Okay.

Welcome, Northerners.

Who would like

a dragon pot?