Mike woke up feeling very sore, and not sure where he was. Mike reached back to touch his head but instead felt the pendant that was on the fuzzy neck of Manny, his favorite pink giraffe. Mike sat up slowly, the bump on his head throbbing painfully, and took in his surroundings. He was in a prison cell, a very dirty one, and was dressed in rags. Walking over to the barred door, the King cried,
Bragollach Tel'llach!
A poof of purple smoke burst from his fingers, making Mike cough and slip on the straw covering the cell floor. Slumping back on Manny, Mike couldn't see how things could get more dismal. He picked at a string on his rags, his finger slipping lazily into his pocket. Trembling Mike slowly drew out an envelope. Swiftly Mike slit it open, and pulled out a letter. It read:
Your Highness-
Be ready tonight at Midnight. Use the key that is enclosed in envelope. Will meet outside in the courtyard.
A friend.
Mike shook the envelope, and was delighted to see a small silver key drop onto his outstretched hand. Mike let out a great holler, and starting jigging around his cell. Upon hearing clanking of boots on the stone floor, Mike flung himself onto his feeble bed of straw and starting snoring loudly. The guard rapped loudly on the door.
" Keep it quiet you fat sack of potatoes, or you'll be out working in the stables tonight!, He spit out the words as if they tasted like vinegar. Banging on the door again, the Orc went back to his post, leaving Mike to plan his escape.