Gilded Bay Krusty Krab

A poet, huh? Wraen's eyes twinkled in amusement, when her partner-in-crime added a bit of balladry to the tale and she believed that she could hear a certain rhythm about the way he unfolded the story further. It was true - he could end it there and then, but Wraen was not going to let it happen for two reasons. First, it would be yet another story, where a feeble willed woman got in crap and had to wait for a prince charming to save her. Second, where would be fun in that.

Therefore she took her time to gather all her forces up from the trenches, rearranged them, pointed to the fortress that needed to be taken and yelled "CHARGE!". All in her mind, of course. In life, she began to speak: "The princess was devastated by the news at first. She did not understand, why and how she had insulted the invisible guardian spirit of the crown, and thought it's treatment of her unjust and mis-placed. After all, if one is not to be disturbed, one should put fair signs of warning - pee around the perimeter, build walls, do anything wolfishly possible and obvious that this was no man's land to trespass.

So, rather than giving in to her fate, she told all, what was on her mind to the crown, and then, holding her head proudly - though it was by no means easy - found her way out of the dark cave and stepped outside. "Either you tell me, how to get you off or I will find a way for you to rust and die. And you would not wish that, would you?" she spoke to it."