“Now what?” said Ærin. “Since idiot here killed the plot hook, there really isn’t anything to do.”
“Well,” said Magus. “We could use this.” And with those words, he pulled out of his pocket a smallish book, with a spine saying “The Hitchhiker’s Guide to Elder Earth” and the words “Don’t Panic” on the cover in large, friendly letters. “I found it in that dwarf’s shop,” he said by way of explanation.
“Nah,” said Abda. “That thing will probably explode the first chance it gets.”
“Come on,” said Magus. “The dwarf was harmless. Well, mostly.”
“Let’s go,” said Petrov. “We can just ask some random NPC about the insurgents.”
“Ask a random NPC you said. It can’t hurt you said.”
“Well how was I supposed to know he was a cop?”
“He had a badge and a hat and everything!”
“I thought he was a cosplayer!”
Magus looked around at their surroundings, which were identical to those of the last prison, thus saving me from having to describe it again. After thinking for a bit, Magus then said “Why is it almost all of our adventures end with us in jail?”
“Does it matter?” said Abda. “Anyway, I checked under the bed for the passage to the sewers, but it isn’t here this time.”
“Don’t panic,” said Magus. “I have a way out. I’m a wizard; I can just fireball my way through the wall!”
“You idiot!” shouted Ærin. “Haven’t you read the rulebook? This cell is just ten by ten! The blast would reflect back on us for twice times damage!”
“Besides,” said Petrov, “Even if you could conceivably focus the blast enough, we would be fried by convection long before it reached the melting point of rock.”
“Will you shut up!” said Abda. “We’re talking about science here!”
“We dwarves are the epitome of science! Why, back in the old country—”
“NO ONE CARES!”
“Anyway,” said Ærin. “Now what? There’s—”
Then, suddenly from the window, a voice rang out.
“I hear you’re looking for the rebellion,” it said.
“And what if we are?” responded Magus.
“First you must tell me,” said the voice. “Friend or Foe.”
“It depends,” responded Magus. “What would you do if I said foe?”
“I have three barrels of black powder out here to cover your escape,” replied the voice. “Don’t make me move them any closer.”
“Friend it is.”