The Mighty Adventures of Fooruman
Book One

Fooruman smashed his fist down on the table in front of him in an intense fit of rage. He looked around the interrogation room he was in, wondering what he should do to attempt to escape or whether or not he should bother trying. The room he was in was small; if the officer in charge of interrogating him was present at the moment, there'd hardly be enough room for the both of them. In the far corner of the room, there was a single door. Fooruman knew without even looking that there would be armed guards stationed outside of it, probably given an order to kill if necessary. He wisely decided to scan the room for other options before trying anything. In the other corner of the room, there was a small privacy window; it would probably be possible for a wizard of Fooruman's caliber to destroy the window, but there was no knowing what exactly was on the other side of it. Fooruman wasn't pleased with his options, but he knew he must act fast; he heard footsteps approaching outside the door.


What wouldst thou deau?