Teryl's Tales of Whim~The knight was groggy and sore. Something smelled of lemons and charred meat.
"Oh, you're awake," squeaked a voice that was trying hard to be quiet.
"Whuzferhmm?" the knight mumbled, not even sure what she had been trying to ask.
"Well," the voice squeaked again, as if it understood, "It all went very well, you vanquished the evil Lord Plyp, and didn't lose your leg!"
The knight felt the limb being placed beside her and sighed in relief.
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