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Astra seized on a metal-worker's hacksaw and, with Fred's help, finally
managed to remove her chains, though it took the best part of an hour to
cut
through the metal cuff on each wrist. Only when that had been accomplished
did they
look at the remaining contents of the closet. As promised, there was a
plentiful
supply of preserved foods, together with water and wine. Their diet would
not be
exciting, and they did not have any means to cook so it was all stuff that
could
be eaten cold, but it would be adequate.
Astra looked at the clothes on offer. They were not what she would have chosen herself, at any rate not for adventuring in. They were all too feminine. Whoever had provided them had seemed more influenced by her status as a princess than by her role as a warrior. Inevitably, no weapon had been provided. Still, beggars couldn't be choosers, she supposed. Sighing, she selected some underwear, and over it put on a blue silk dress with short sleeves and mid-calf length skirt, since that seemed to be the outfit that would be least of an encumbrance should she need to do anything energetic. A pair of reasonably sturdy shoes in matching blue completed the ensemble. Whilst they had been working to remove Astra's chains, they had been discussing their situation. They seemed to have been lucky, and to have been snatched out of the dragon's master's grasp by someone with even greater powers. They wondered about the note, though. It was strange that it nowhere mentioned the dragon's master's name. Could the note be taken at face value, or was there something more than met the eye going on here? In any case, there appeared no way out of the room, so all they could do was wait. The week passed slowly.
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