Trapped!

The moment he saw them, Arthur's eyes shone brightly with joy. "Wow, never thought you'd save me the trouble and bring everyone here," he laughed as he pointed towards those forty like they were nothing.

"It's hilarious, I always hear when death approaches a man, the man will turn crazy. First time to see this truly apparent in front of my eyes."

Arthur turned to face his speaker, it was an old man with many wrinkles all over his face.

"Who are you?" Arthur asked while glancing over the long stick the man held.

It was strangely familiar, but he didn't know where he saw it before.

"Me?" the man laughed before adding, "I have to thank you, as this soul was something I craved for for years, but couldn't have it until you showed up."

The words of the man made Arthur realize where he saw this stick before. "A dragonair's soul?" he muttered in doubt, but his instincts told him he was right in his guess.