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Fred was reluctant to open any of the chests, for he knew very well
that the Dragon was a cunning beast (or had been before he'd gone
senile) and that these tempting chests which might seem to contain
treasure or useful items could very well contain death. "Do you think
any of these chests are trapped?" he asked the fox-woman. "Your
sense of smell might be able to tell more about these chests than I
would know." Fred still didn't know what to make of this fox-woman.
All the legends about were-creatures he'd heard painted them as
savage and evil, but she did not seem to be, even though her
comments about alternate realities were... odd. )Although not as odd
as the lecture he'd given at that meeting... probably all just a
hallucination caused by being forced to drink bad milk.) In fact, his
inclination was to trust her, which just made him distrust her a bit
more because of how odd he is. But he ignored it for now, because
she hadn't yet done anything worthy of that distrust.
"My senses don't tell me anything," said Alicia. "But I think the chest containing the brass probably is the one that is not a trap." "What makes you think that?" asked Fred. "It's a literary allusion. I remember once seeing a play about a beautiful woman who was courted by three different men, one who truly loved her and two who merely sought her for her money. To weed the greedy suitors out, she placed herself in one casket in a room with three others, and if the suitor chose the casket which truly held her he would gain her hand. One was gold, one was silver, and one was lead. She, of course, was within the lead casket. I believe that we are dealing with something similar here. The Dragon knows enough about your typical adventurer to know that he will go for what seems the most valuable without questioning." "You're probably right," said Fred. He took up the chest, opening it. Inside was.
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