003 - Flood - OPEN

[changeitroundsome]

[It took him a long time to get the communicator working, it turns out webbed feet are not precisely ambidextrous enough to get the job done with any sense of efficiency. It's certainly too heavy for him to move, so the view is a little frog, peering over the communicator into the camera. He gives a hopeful smile, if a frog could manage such a thing. He's giving it a good try, regardless.]

Bonjour! Don't suppose there's anyone here who can help me out of my room? Seems I got myself into trouble with a witch, and now I got all kind of trouble reaching my door.

[Another pause.] Princess would be welcome, too. The spell breaking sort.

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[routemistress]

[She strokes his head with one long, iron fingernail.]

It's adorable that you think any amount of wealth is worth more to me than a talking frog, little one.

...but perhaps I may let you win your freedom. Up in the gardens, there's a well. It's deeper than an ocean, colder than an airless moon - and at the bottom of the well, there's a box.

Bring me that box, and I shall free you.

[changeitroundsome]

[He should have known it was a trap. He tries to wiggle away, but to no avail. Had he been himself, he would have been twisting this into a deal of his own, play her needs against her. Alas, he is not himself, so he doesn't.]

A box? That's all? I think I could just about manage that.