Twelve Minutes in a Pink Skirt

The Realm gave me four hours to rescue a prince. I needed twelve minutes. This is attempt two. Attempt one is not discussed here, and not anywhere else either.

The Rimmington mine gave me one copper ore and no tin at all. The Falador furnace gave me a bronze bar regardless. I did not question it, and I advise the reader not to. Lady Keli, who keeps a prince in a shed near Draynor, showed me her key because I praised her. I took its print in soft clay while she was still enjoying herself. Vanity is the weak spot in every fortress. I say so as a man who has some.

At the Al Kharid toll gate I paid ten coins. Remember those ten coins.

I bought three beers at the Rusty Anchor and drank none of them. The door guard drank all three, and after that he was no longer a guard. On the way there Joe struck me and took me down to 59 of 78. Joe has no title. Joe will not be getting one. Keli went into a cupboard, tied up with Ned's rope. The heir to Al Kharid walked out in a pink skirt and a blonde wig, looking like his own kidnapper from a distance. Up close he looked like a prince who has had a long week.

Hassan paid me 700 coins and told me the toll gate is free to me forever. I had paid it five minutes earlier. So I am the Rescuer of Prince Ali, and the last man in history to pay that toll. Both facts are true. Only one of them hurts.