Well, that sound was some guards sent to fetch O. D. Ana by her parents. She explained that her parents had a plan to have her marry a new suitor by the name of Prince Duncan of Quardrina. So in order to keep safe, we stay down in the cellar and were sent food by O.D. Ana's most trustworthy of guards. In the mean-time, we discussed our lives' accomplishments. One of hers was when she tamed a wild gizak(a mix of a gazelle between an ibex). And I told her about how I lead a group of people and myself after we had been turned into vegetables. Having this conversation lead me to remember to take out the crystal ball to check on the guys.
It turns out the guys had been through a very dense, dark, forest, an arid desert, and a muggy swamp due their weathered look. With the exception of Ana who was encased in a floating purple, bubble being pulled by Graer, the whole gang was covered in twigs, stickers, and some form of black mud. Yet, this did not seem to stop Quest, who seemed angrier than usual, from getting to Mundra's place. 'Geez, I guess he really does care about me.' I thought to myself
It was nightfall before they finally arrived at that Mundra's ram-shackled mess of a house.
"Well, who is going knock on the door?" asked Gatling in a voice of nervous excitement.
"Not it!" piped up Gatling first.
"Not it!" grunted Quest with a smug smile and looking at Graer.
"Uh? What!" said Graer in a very shocked voice.
"It'll be alright. We'll be right behind you every step of the way." promised Gatling while helping Quest push the reluctant Graer up to Mundra's door.
After a few nudges from the guys, Graer finally, with both eyes, banged the door knocker. But, no answer came and Graer gave out a loud sigh of relief.
But, as the guys walked away, there came a loud cackle from the house. And there was she in her all wizened glory, Mundra the mysterious. Of which cause all, but Quest and Ana, gazed in awe of the witch's terrifying stance.
"Well, do come inside, my dearies." Mundra said in a raspy, old voice, " and let's see what I can I do for you."
Even through the outside of Mundra's house was a complete mess, the inside was almost an Arabian paradise. There were brightly colored drapes over the walls and the floor was like a giant plush pillow.
Everything was extremely whimsically with the exception of the potion making area that looked completely gross and like no one had used in 200 years much less than two days before.
Well, all, except Ana, sat on a pillow around a small table and shared a cup of tea.
After taking the longest and loudest slurp I and the others have ever heard. Mundra asked this question:
" Now why did you come here?"
"Well, as you can see, our friend has some weird spell over her and someone mentioned that you could help." explained Gatling
"And we are also missing an important and vital member of our group, Prince Nestor." added Quest in an exasperated manner.
"Well, have you checked your friend's mouth, lately?" asked Mundra pointing toward a gluttonous Graer snacking on one of her plants, " It certainly looks big enough." After which, everyone turned their heads in that direction with angered expressions.
"Uh,(gulp) what, what did I do?" said a confused Graer who eventually join the group and everyone turned their attention back on Mundra.
"He,He,He! Dreadfully sorry about that!" laughed Graer sheepishly with his hand behind his head, " he can a bit hard to control at times."
" Oh, that's alright!" said Mundra in a the most forgiving tone, "Now, let's take care of Ms. Flighty up here."
So, Mundra and the guys did their best to get Ana strapped down on the table as still as possible.
Then, they joined together as Mundra said this spell:
"Still and silent like a wooden plank,
Do you lie,
So know the troubles of your mind,
Let us look inside!"
Then, when everyone looked around and saw nothing happened. They were still in Mundra's cottage.
"Well, that was utterly pointless!" exclaimed Graer in great disappointment.
"Yes, mate, that was a bit of a gyp." agreed Gatling, "but, a beautifully said and written poem."
"Well, now that we are done with poetry night, What's next, witch?" asked Quest in the most pushy way possible.
"Cosarn't, That man on the corner said that this spell was still good." muttered Mundra to herself while searching through her multitude of spell books.
While she was doing this, the guys just sat there restlessly with Ana Maht still strapped to the table. Until a giant blue vortex popped up out of Ana's mouth and sucked them up.