Excerpt: In Reality...

“Evil mountain trolls?” Marie said, “Who in there right mind made evil, murderous mountain trolls!”
“Well, non of you people are in your right minds, so I don't find it that surprising!” Avirren snarled. “And what happened, little miss fencer?”
“Well, it's not like you were so useful against them!”
“I'm a ranged combatant. That means I'm no good from about ten feet away.”
“Shouldn't it be easier to shot something standing right in front of you?”
“Will you two stop it?” Fred cried, “We're all in this mess together. Now how do we get out?”
“Well, maybe if we had a dragon so we could …”
“Well we don't!” Fred snapped, shifting his wings slightly.
“We could atrtack them, escape!” Marie suggested.
“From the bottom of a hole, are you serious?” the centaur broke into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
“They have to take us out sometime!”
“Yeah, when they're ready to cook us!”
Fred sighed, breaking the tension. “He's right, you know. For once.”
“I could always sing a song, to help …” Olgberion began.
“NO!” Marie and Avirren cried.
“That is perhaps no the best course of action, good elf,” said Fred.
Olgberion sighed, “I mean a spell song. I am a bard, you know. I can do magic.”
Marie blinked. Sh had almost forgot the magic part of bards, after hours of Olgberion's singing. “I suppose, if you could help.”
“Of course,” he grined.
He adjusted his mandolin, and played through a few chords, his brow furrowed in concentration.
“Will you get on with saving us already,” Avirren said.
“You can't rush these things,” the bard replied.
He plucked the opening notes of the song, and began to sing:
Risin' up, back on the street