dragons smuggled me out that night in one of their caravans, piled under blankets in Syrin's wagon and well-muffled so I could make no I spent the evening and the next day of travel either sitting up or lying down in Syrin's wagon. He had bound me with a locked leather belt around my av idol mpegs waist to which my wrists were manacled so I would be comfortable on the journey, but hobbled my av idol mpegs hooves together with very little chain so I couldn't run even if I managed to remove the collar which was chained to the side of the wagon. I was still wearing the bit and bridle, and the only way to remove that was to have someone remove it for me. My clothes, weapons, and armor were in a cubbyhole in the Cerulean. Escape was a pipe dream. That evening, as they were making camp and tending to the rest of
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