“A QUEST, sir!”
“A quest, you say?”
“I do, I say a quest is what we need, sir.”
“Any particular kind, what?
”Monsters… princesses… a con-quest, perhaps…?”
“Not the latter, sir, I’ve no taste for bashing inferiors upon the bonce. Give me monsters and princesses any day.”
“Good, good. I hear the fair Gwendolyne has been imprisoned by the Brute Bear of Black Mountain.”
“Too easy- she’ll escape herself in time.
“No, I propose we tackle the Werewolves of Wanstead, sir, to win back and restore the Midnight Maid. More danger. More challenge.”
“A fine suggestion, sir. Onwards; to Essex!”
“A quest, you say?”
“I do, I say a quest is what we need, sir.”
“Any particular kind, what?
”Monsters… princesses… a con-quest, perhaps…?”
“Not the latter, sir, I’ve no taste for bashing inferiors upon the bonce. Give me monsters and princesses any day.”
“Good, good. I hear the fair Gwendolyne has been imprisoned by the Brute Bear of Black Mountain.”
“Too easy- she’ll escape herself in time.
“No, I propose we tackle the Werewolves of Wanstead, sir, to win back and restore the Midnight Maid. More danger. More challenge.”
“A fine suggestion, sir. Onwards; to Essex!”
Written for 100 Word Challenge #394 on Velvet Verbosity; the prompt was the word Quest.
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