His face still obscured by the mail shirt, Fred allowed himself a wide
grin; he would get to bed this maiden after all, when they escaped these
caverns. But first he had a dragon to slay. He finished wriggling into the mail, and donned the rest of his armour. "Now that you are attired, albeit inadequately, we must proceed," said Fred. "Which way must we go to escape this dungeon?" asked Glenda. "Escape?" said Fred, "We cannot leave until the dragon is slain." "But I am no knight, dear sir. I would surely die if I faced the dragon."
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