Glith shifted on the stone, the old metal armour scratching as it moved.
"Monk, if you're playing games with me, be warned: I do not enjoy being taken for a fool. Those who do tend to end up worse than your orc friend," he intoned, almost seething with anger, "you are not stupid, and you don't have any more allies in this town, female or otherwise. The orc and the dragonborn were your only companions, and I have not seen her since we last met. Took me a day to prepare the spell that would break Kaylee's hold on you. Do you take me for a liar? If you had other companions, they would be here, living or dead, and I would know about them." The knight sounded supremely confident in that statement, rising to his feet. "As I said before, I am not a thief. Perhaps I should take that head off your shoulders for insinuating such things!" he roared, a metal hand going to the hilt of his blade. The anger vanished as quickly as it came, and the sword slid back into its scabbard.

"You've had your chance to ask what you wanted. I am tired of killing and have more pressing matters to attend to, matters that do not include this dustbowl of a village. Go find this woman of yours. I sincerely hope she is not made of air, or the result of you laying in the sun for days..." The knight started off deeper into the town, puffing up dust clouds with each step.

Now that the undead knight started off, the monk could feel that he was being watched. The windows creaked open a bit more and the monk heard a raspy male whisper from the window above him:
"Are you alright? We weren't sure ye'd live when it was done with ye!"