| "This could be interesting," he thinks, still confident that he
will prevail.
"Any idea on which way to go?" Annafrid asks the two natives of this
world.
Fred and Thessamer, somewhat recovered from the shock they'd experienced
(though it would take much more time for complete recovery...and some issues
were still in the air) look at each other, blinking.
"Love, whenever the dragon captured us each time after each time it
was done....playing do you remember where was always ended up?" Fred asked
Thessamer, "How we got there?"
Thessamer frowns, peering back at those hazy and indistinct memory flashes,
and sighs as she made a negative gesture with her hands. The dragon had
always magically knocked her and Fred out at the end of each "play" and
his minions had carried them through what appeared to always be different
sets of tunnels back to the dragon's lair. Thessamer (her actual name was
neither that or that ridiculously ornate traditional name of "Thessamar
ix'latl" but had decided she'd rather by her maiden name vice having a
name and a number) remembered vague glimpses of the area around her as
she slipped back in and out of conscious....trying to fight....but nothing
useful.
"I fear that I have no more information than that, also." Fred said,
frowning, "Now what?"
Jarlath sighs along with the others.
"Hopefully we can come across something that you both may remember that will tell us we're near the dragon' lair," he says, "Until then, we have only one thing we can do. And so they were off down the cavern passages, in the hunt.
Soon they came upon a walking skeleton....with a message! It was a scribe, you see, with a message that began.... "Lord Frederigo D'Honaire" Go Back
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