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Astra looked. "Fine. I have donkey ears. Big whoopity doo. Can you free us
or not?" The ropes fell away on their own. A spectral voice came from the floor. "Finally. A good picture of beauty. What need of the actual women now?" The picture Fred had drawn vanished in sparkling lights. The room itself sparkled out, to be replaced by flatlnds as far as the eye could see. It was nearing dusk. Clouds lined the sky. Far to the north were the howls of strange creatures. They seemed to be getting farther away but that could change any second. Fred checked his companions. The new lady had a broadword she hefted with seemingly no effort. Astra, still with donkey ears, had found a gnarled, thick walking cane, presumably taken from the room they had just been in. Fred was dressed in simple leggings, a chain mail shirt with a nice knitted layer underneath (his mom had crafted it), boots and his sword. His scabbard was gone, which was okay, sort of. Ever since that incident with the Filthy Monster of Toxic Alley, it had smelled like pomegranates and Fred hated pomegranates. The ladies looked at Fred. More howling from the north.
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