"MOM?" Fred cried in suprise. And indeed it was Fred's mom, the Honorable
Lady D'Honaire, she of the baked goods and deadly sword. She was tall and
sturdy, with silver hair, muscles to rival most blacksmiths and a suit of
leather armor that was polished so sharply, it reflected the walls around
her.
Fred jumped up and grabbed the cells. "MOM! You gotta get out of here. This is the dragon's caves!" "I know! I know! I traded him the life of that furry little bastard of a Lt. in exchange for your freedom. Now come on!" She produced a set of keys. "What about this man?" said Fred. "I didn't see you bring him as I ... was running ahead." Fred's mom winked at him.
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