Part 1
Are you friggin kidding me?
There is even at least 2 days before the auction starts!
Come on!!
Thrist is dead!
The two evil witches grabbed ahold of me and brought me to a storage room filled with different objects while also encasing me along with them.
It seems they have gone all out for this bet.
I'm not going to cry. I'm not going to cry.
After a moment of complete silence, Thrist came in.
(Thrist) “You've both done well! You may go!”
He paced around the room and with a crazed gaze he looked at me and laughed uproariously.
(Thrist) “Ann Ann Ann. How could you keep so many things from me?”
He closed in the distance and opened the glass door. He put his hand in my pocket and retrieved a clay figurine out of it.
No! The fairy!
Was it exposed?
But it can't be?
And wh
