A foe vanquished, a debt paid, the rider was finally granted an audience with the Dead King. Would the Lord of Bones grant Death passage to the Well of Souls, or were there more tasks to complete, more debts to pay? Death tired of these games but new that the dead gave up help like they gave up secrets: infrequently and unwillingly.
Death: I have done as you asked, great King, now grant me passage to the Well of Souls.
Dead King: Hold your tongue, rider. You dare make demands of me in my court? You may have done as I asked, but there is still more to do. I would require of you one more task. Bring me—
Death: Let me guess, you want three of something.
Dead King: What?
Death: Three things, you’re all big on three things. Bring three magic rocks to call forth this champion. Kill three lords to summon that monster. Three coins, three loaves of bread, three pigeons, what is it with you and this blasted number?