Having surveyed our surroundings, I got another spectacular idea. "Here," I said, handing everyone who was conscious a chisel. When I was done they all stared at me strangely. An awkward silence set in.
"Why did you give us chisels?" Fawriel asked at last.
"To chisel away the ice around the door," I replied.
There was another awkward silence.
"...so," Fawriel began, "...should we do that now?"
I stopped to think for a moment. I hadn't planned that far ahead. Curse my live-fast die-young lifestyle.
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