Chapter 41: Ch. 40 – Biscuit the Bulky

With the guards sufficiently distracted, Momo and Radu made a run for the door. It took the knights several seconds to notice, too wrapped up in their infighting.

“Looks like Septim’s going to lose the tiny one twice one day!”

Septim grew furious, snapping his head back just as Momo slipped through the doorway.

“Sorry for all the trouble!” she squeaked, before closing the door shut with a thud. She frantically searched for a lock, but found none. Radu couldn’t find one either, his red scales shining with sweat. The door’s only mechanism was its tiny, square knob.

“We’re dead,” Radu gritted his teeth, holding the door knob with all his might. Momo joined in, grasping at it desperately.

“I don’t want to die again,” she cried, nearly weeping. “Last time I tried it, I ended up recruited into a coven of bug-eating goths.”

The guards slammed on the door, but the doorknob didn’t budge. The knights buried their fists in the wood of the door, yelling every variety of profanity available to their limited minds, but made no progress in crossing the threshold.

“It’s a magical lock,” Radu said, eyebrows lifting in realization. He let out a relieved breath. “I bet Gunther left it open for that reason, so he wouldn’t need the magical incantation to get back in. Unless one of those meatheads knows a lock dispelling spell, we should be safe for the time being.”

Momo sighed and crumpled onto the floor, emotionally and physically exhausted. She buried her head in the soft, red carpet, letting her hair surround her like a mop. With the threat of imminent danger momentarily relieved, the adrenaline rushed from her.

“I said safe for the time being,” Radu clarified, narrowing his eyes. “Not that we can just live here now.”

“Just five minutes,” she mumbled, her eyes already closed. “If I’m not awake in five minutes, you can just leave me here.”

Radu huffed, but came to sit beside her.

“Whatever. It’s not like we have a way out, anyway.”

Momo frowned, her eyes slowly opening. The lizard man was looking upwards contemplatively, studying the ceiling. She followed his gaze, and found that the tower’s bookshelves soared so high that a family of birds had nested on top of them, perching like mountain pigeons. A spiral staircase hugged the walls of the circular room, twisting ever upwards towards the tower’s spire.

“What do you mean, no way out?” she muttered. She was one escape attempt away from giving up and walking herself back down to the jailhouse.

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“Do you see any exits?” Radu asked, gesturing to the walls. Momo turned her head, surveying the walls. No, she did not. Besides the singular door they came through, there was no other exit - save the tippity toppity point of the tower. Which, she supposed, was only an exit for birds, and other winged animal people.

She groaned, using all of her remaining strength to enter a sitting position. As she did, a piece of parchment whisked in from the ceiling, plummeting below.

“Great,” Momo muttered. “Just what I need.”

“Most people are very excited to see their Courier, you know.”

“Courier? Is that what this flimsy piece of paper is called?” she muttered, inspecting the scroll. It was once again a package of several conjoined papers.

“Yes, although flimsy is a disservice. It is actually completely indestructible. It’s made of pure, undiluted Nether magic,” his brow creased. “Shouldn’t you know this, as a necromancer?”

“You should meet my teacher,” Momo shook her head. “Then you’d get why the answer to that question is no.”

Radu gave her a bewildered look. She chose not to elaborate, instead opting to inspect the package of scrolls.

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