Rescued by Georgia

For all I know, no one is coming to rescue me. None of my magic works against the door. To the best of my knowledge, I'll be here for the rest of my days. No food, no guards, and maybe even no trial. All I can do is spend the rest of my days hopelessly rotting away.

That's when I hear footsteps. I'll take anything, even an executioner. As the footsteps approach, I see the illumination of some sort of torch or lantern. I look out of the bars to see Georgia holding a lantern in one hand and a blackjack in the other.

"Hello boss."

Georgia unlocks the door to my cell and then passes me a robe. "Can't have you attracting any more attention."

"So any guards nearby?"

"No, I've taken care of them."

"Are they alive?"

After rolling her eyes, Georgia says "Yeah, they'll be fine. Come with me."

I follow Georgia out of my cell and down the hallway, passing a few **** guards. Sure the Guild's going to love that publicity nightmare. Georgia leads me outside where we duck down some alleyways before finding ourselves in front of a caravan. Ming Zhao is waiting inside, tense with frustration that must be directed at me.

"You're back."

"I can explain."

"I know. It wasn't exactly your fault."

My face melts into befuddlement. "W-what do you mean?"

"Someone spiked the drinks of my guards. Must be the same person who stripped you naked and stole my goods."

"So where are the guards now?"

"They're unable to work. You're my only hope now." I get a feeling that didn't amuse her.