Pear shaped twists and turns of fate...

"I don't understand," Fred said. "Who are you, anyway? Come to that, who am I?"

Anything else which would be said by Belboz is interrupted by the entry of a small number of alarmed camp gaurds, investigating the magical disturbance in their midst according to the Wise Women of the Queen.

"Shit!" Belboz swears, realizing this was bad to say the least.

Drawing her sword and not like her odds, she looked at the still confused looking Fred, momentarily forgetting in her fear and haste that Fred . . .isn't exactly feeling herself shall we say.

"Fred, help me here!!" she screams as her sword clashes with the guards, trying to get away.

"Why?" Fred ask blankly, not sure who this stranger was and if it was right or wrong to help her or the guards.

1. Things go pretty much pear shaped from there for poor Belboz soon enough when the magic users show up...

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