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Chapter 11 by The Dark Traveler The Dark Traveler

Who are your cell mates?

All in together

You are lead down first and are met by the jailer, a short fat man.

"Ah, the Basted and her disloyal band of traitors to the crown, The King has something terrible planned for you so enjoy your time here dragon-spawn" He informs you then spits in your face. "I have a nice big cell for all of you. Get comfy no one will be visiting till after the price's funeral tomorrow." All of you are shoved into one cell, mats are rolled up in the corner to sleep on. There is a large table with bowls of food and jugs of water by the wall, enough simple food and water to last a day and a hole in the floor in the corner below you see a sewer pipe so that must be the "loo". Men, women and a few are possibly in between; common, knight and noble; about 10 overall (there had been more); all crammed into a cell in their undergarments.

You get bombarded with questions and statements.

"Are you really part dragon, How?

"So you really are the king's basted, what he do? Fuck a dragon, Ha"

"where did you learn to fight?"

"What do you think the king is going to do?"

"Can I touch your tail?"

"You were right to kill that arrogant prince, he's the real basted!"

You answer all of the questions and more about your life, your plan, your mother and so on then one other question comes up.

"What do we do now?"

how do you answer?

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