Shrooms for the prisoner

"I haven't a clue as to what you are talking about," answered the Dragoness.

With that Sir Josh took a good look at his surroundings: he was at the entrance of the Southern Caves, the necrotized corpse of Lord Fred lay on the ground, and a red-scaled Dragoness stood before him.

"Uh," said Sir Josh. "Who are you again, and what is going on?"

"I am Malachi, Mistress of Mischief, Lady of Links, and a Dragon-Rogue as well. As to what is going on, I'm not sure myself. I was tending some pets of mine when one of my older brothers flew by to tell me of the news--"

"What news?" interrupted Josh.

"NONE of your business," replied Malachi. "And if you ever interrupt me again I'll have your hide on my living room sofa."

~~Dragons have living room sofas?~~ thought Josh to himself.

At that point Josh felt a sharp pain in his head and looking up he saw the Dragoness melt into a shower of red lillies, saw the corpse of Fred stand up and do a jig, and smelt the stench take on an even stronger scent. He blacked out and when he regained consciousness he found himself on a sofa, in the King's dungeon.

"Well...don't you say 'thank you' in the County of Suffix?" growled his dungeon guard, a man the size of two together.

"Wha--?" moaned Josh.

The guard only laughed. "Must've been one heckuva dream you had...thanks to the spices we used, fresh from the laboratory of Vichenzie!!!" And he laughed all the way down the hall.

The smell in the cell was worse, he looked about and saw that he must've shit his pants while hallucinating. He looked to the other cell, wondering who might be there, but it was empty. The vision of Lord Fred was a hallucination as well....guilt coming to take it's revenge.

1. Sir Josh bewails his own stupidity.
2. Sir Josh receives a visitor who bewails Josh's stupidity

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