Wistrit
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- Hey, it looks like we're prisoners of some kind of cult, - yelled Nell from behind the bars. - I wouldn't want to end up on a sacrificial altar or in an arena.
Nell examined the heavy lock and realized that it wouldn't be possible to open it with brute force.
- All hope lies in someone very strong bending the bars of the grate and getting out of the cell. Well, and of course, letting all of us out.
Nell examined the heavy lock and realized that it wouldn't be possible to open it with brute force.
- All hope lies in someone very strong bending the bars of the grate and getting out of the cell. Well, and of course, letting all of us out.
Tomorrow holds no promises
Except the ones we've made
Except the ones we've made