Before I touched it, it happened. The plug slid itself out, and I just managed to catch it. I had felt as if I had been going to fill the toilet with ...rap, but nothing followed the plug. Well I say nothing, a few seconds after its exit we both heard a long, soft, wet, whistling fart."I don't think you really deserve a kiss after that."I put on a glum look, then we both laughed as she changed her mind and kissed my nose. I liked her doing that. For a sad moment I wondered if she kissed her. ’ ‘You’ll have plenty of time to get to grips with it,’ I assured her. The weather had worsened outside with the snow falling heavily and the sky leaden and dark. Sylvia lit a number of candles filling the room with a cosy glow. I couldn’t think of anything more pleasant than sitting safe and warm inside while outside it was cold and inhospitable. ‘Can I ask you a question?’ I asked. Sylvia looked suddenly alarmed but nodded. ‘You seem awfully shy, why is that?’ Sylvia paused, gnawing her lip. " I would have, if you would have been here," she remarked matter-of-factly. "I have a cell," he barked. "Yes sir, I know, but you didn't answer it," she said a bit softer. "Well damnit," her boss huffed. "Give me the papers," he almost yelled. Storming into his office he got to his desk and yelled for her to follow him. She gathered her wits and walked into his office. "Close the door," he barked. Oh please no, she thought. I can't do this again. She walked to the chair in front of his desk. But at the moment, he decided that his first priority was to get the chambermaid to safety...then he could continue his search for the princess. "Come this way." Brydon directed, then started back the way he had come, preparing himself for anything. They reached the courtyard without incident or any further sign of Darkoth, much to Brydon's relief. However, just as they started walking past the dragon fountain...a low growl suddenly erupted from the statue. "What...?" Brydon gasped, jumping to.