dragons smuggled me out that night in one of their caravans, piled
under blankets in Syrin's wagon and well-muffled so I could make no
I spent the evening and the next day of travel either sitting up
or lying down in Syrin's wagon. He had bound me with a locked leather
belt around my
av idol mpegs waist to which my wrists were manacled so I would be
comfortable on the journey, but hobbled my
av idol mpegs hooves together with very
little chain so I couldn't run even if I managed to remove the collar
which was chained to the side of the wagon. I was still wearing the
bit and bridle, and the only way to remove that was to have someone
remove it for me. My clothes, weapons, and armor were in a cubbyhole
in the Cerulean. Escape was a pipe dream.
That evening, as they were making camp and tending to the rest of
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