"Do you really want to?" a voice came out of thin air.
Astra jumped, though as she was restrained by her chains it wasn't much of a jump. "Show yourself," she demanded. A figure shimmered into view. It was a handsome, middle-aged man with a sardonic face. "Minestus, the dragon-mage, at your service. I am your captor, as no doubt you have guessed. I'm sorry that I've been so neglectful, but I've been rather busy recently. I thought that I was doing you a favour when I slowed down your digestive system a thousand- fold. It meant that you wouldn't need to shit, or to eat and drink either. I also made sure that your muscles wouldn't degenerate through lack of exercise. But if you really want, I can undo all that. Of course, given the length of time that you've spent here, without my spell you would have been up to your knees in your bodily waste by now." "It was just an expletive," Astra said. "I don't really want to shit. So how long have I been here?"
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