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The sun was well on its way to her zenith now, yet no word had come to Quicksilver's large ears. On the contrary, the palace was eerily quiet. He sat down, cat-like, on his favorite rug and effected a scowl. Nodding to the chamberlain, he signalled that the ferret should enter. "You were successful in getting the bracelett to them," he demanded. "Alas, sir, I did not," the rodent confessed. He continued before the court jester could begin an outburst. "I was unable to get close to the treehouse. You see, the guard detail was not in the dungeons as we were led to believe. Instead, they had surrounded the treehouse. By time I got there, they were holding the Chipmunks as ransom for the adventurers to come out and turn themselves back in." Quicksilver frowned deeper. "This bodes ill. I spoke rashly about them in Court yestermorn, and now His Royal Majesty...," the ferret saluted, out of habit, but Quicksilver did not. "...has gone overboard with them. I need them to be free; while the wolf lives, no one can break the protection spell over the Guardian's alicorn. Nevertheless, our time wanes. Without that alicorn, I can't take over the wizier's seat, and until I do, I can't gain both ears of the King. Volunteer for the dungeon detail, find the adventurers and deliver the bracelet. Make sure the Skunette is the one to wea..." "Excuse me, sir. Skunkette?" Quicksilver froze. "You did see her, yes? A little skunk, about this high?" The ferret shook his head, the feather bauble on his cap dashing about comically. "No, sir. Just a wolf and the 'hyenacorn.'" "She must still be free, then," cried Quicksilver. "Go back to the tree and find her. Offer her this as a gift; make sure she wears it tonight. I have to attend the Court. Maybe I can get the King to act leniently on the adventurers, after all." |
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