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Lady of Narnia said:
Lisbeth shook their hands in turn and then asked, "How did you get here, do you know?" She glanced at Raj who was asleep. "Poor boy," she thought.
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"Nope no idea."
"He seems not to care," Merdia pointed at Raj.
"Well this is unexceptable!"
"Oh pipe it there's nothing you can do."
"As if! I'll..."
"See. We're stuck!"
 
"I don't know how I got here either..." Lisbeth said. Again she muttered, "Darron; you cruel, heartless boy! I'll get you for this!"
 
The luckless reporter who had been investigating the case of Brooke Shields in Dufferland, suddenly found himself in this room

"Where am I?"

He looked around.

"I think I'm safe though, I don't see that Barbarian... think... person around. And I do hope no here has any duct tape. I can't stand duct tape."
 
"Treachery? My name ain't Barbarian... thing....ring... something. I am just a poor reporter. I can't even remember what newspaper I work for. Did you know that Gondorgirl Eats? And that ain't a new restaurant either."
 
"Yes, treachery," Lisbeth replied. "And who is this "Gondorgirl" that you speak of? Is she a friend of yours?" The girl's face clouded. "Darron," she thought. "Why did you do this to me? I trusted you!"
 
Ivan, who has been ignoring everyone and hiding in the corner all this time, suddenly speaks up:

"Ok. There has to be some pattern to this. Elves work, I'd say. So that's figured out. The question is, how do we leave? Any suggestions?"
 
"Leave?" Lisbeth asked. "We might not ever get out! Did that ever occur to you? We might be trapped in here forever!" She shuddered.
 
"Pattern? Pattern? If you find a pattern, something will happen to you. I don't know what, but suddenly you will lose consciousness. The next thing you'll know is that you'll wake up in a desolate wilderness hogtied with duct tape. Especially if you ask questions about Brooke Shields."
 
"I - I - I don't understand," Lisbeth said. "A pattern? I don't want to find a pattern. The only pattern that I've known is treachery!"
 
Of course there's a way out! We couldn't have gotten here otherwise. I don't believe in magic, and God doesn't know that I exist. So we must have got here somehow, so logically, we can get out! But as it is, we shouldn't waste our food. Budget it. Maybe only eat one meal a week. It has to last us. *kicks a wall*

And who is this "Brooke Shields"?
 
"Talking about treachery, I got dibs on that plate of turkey over there. Is there something to drink here?"
 
Lisbeth stared at him. "A way out? I gave up on a way out a long time ago....." she trailed of. She ran her fingers through Raj's hair. He looked a little like her little brother. Or he reminded her of him. If Darron hadn't have betrayed them, her little brother would still be alive now, but alas, he wasn't, and Darron had betrayed them.
 
"Don't eat it all. I can do with one meal a month. So can you. Drink, however, is a different story." Ivan looks around the table, "There seems to be some wine down that way..." he turns to Lisabeth:

"Don't talk to me about losing hope. I lived in a cage for 45 years. And I never gave up. That's why I'm still here. Don't be hopeless...the hopeless ones die sooner,"
 
Ivan joins the shadows.

"Mind if I join you? I'm better at lurking in the shadow. I really hate being with people. So I won't talk to you, and you won't talk to me, ok?"
 
The reported kept looking around mumbling: "gondorgirl eats, gondorgirl eats..."
 
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