The Angry Young Man

"You want to know what happened?" Astra suggested. "We're very sorry about the mess, but it was totally outside our control."

"But y-you're n-naked," the young man stuttered.

"Apart from these chains and a large amount of mud, yes. But if one is going to find oneself deposited into a swamp without warning, then there's something to be said for nudity, don't you think?"

How does she keep so calm? Fred wondered again.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in my bedroom?" the man asked. He seemed to be over the worst of the shock by now. His hand moved to the hilt of his sword, and he was standing where he could block their exit from the room. Fred had not had the chance to remove his own sword from the heart of the hellhound before he and Astra had been transported away to the swamp. He had a dagger, but that would be of little use against an opponent with a sword.

1. It seemed best for them to come clean (if only metaphorically), and to tell the man the full - and very strange - story.
2. With lightning speed, Astra kicked the man in the groin before he could draw his sword. As he collapsed groaning, she grabbed his sword from its scabbard. "Come on!" she said to Fred, leading the way out of the room.
3. With lightning speed, Astra kicked the man in the groin. As he collapsed groaning, she grabbed his sword from its scabbard. Waiting till he stopped groaning, she told him: "Tell us where we are."

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