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Velus, still in the shape of the lapdog the dragon had cursed him with
months ago, peers around the corner. There was that princess again,
clothed in a simple black dress. What
was her name? Velus knew it started with A and ended with A but that meant
very little lately, all the young ladies had that form of a name. Whatever was going on, she had nice red hair that flowed to her waist and was 'cruelly' chained to the wall by six inch long chains around her wrists. Cruel being a matter of degrees, for Velus could smell the healing magic that kept her body healthy and able to endure being chained upright to the wall. Of course, it did nothing to keep her -mind- stable. But if Velus started hanging out with prisoners, who knew what the dragon might do? In fact, who knew if the dragon knew of Velus? That was the one and only weakness of evil magic, anything under ten pounds was virtually undetectable. This tended to keep wizards from blasting kings apart and conuquering kingdoms. Tended. Though Velus knew of, via the transformation spell, he had been forgotten in moments due to his smal size, the dragon could have simply -asked- people to report odd things they saw. Velus rescuing the centaur last week was odd, his tail -still- hurt. Velus was torn with indecision. The Princess wouldn't be much use to her powerful homeland of Allaria if she went mad with lonliness.
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