
HORIZON
*KSSSHHHHHHHT*
Am I getting a signal on this thing? Ahem! Ahem! There we go...
I, HORIZON, am currently seeking legal counsel. APPARENTLY, the locals get really, really mad when you break their pots and take their stuff. Stupid right? I mean, if you don't want random people coming into your house lock your damn doors. Maybe get a safe too. Those pots were really easy to break... But I digress.
Anyway, after beating me with sticks for about ten minutes or so as I tried to escape, one of them got the bright idea to trip me. Now, I'm locked in someone's cellar. Frankly, the situation doesn't look good. There's only booze and pickles down here, and I would have to break the pickle jars to get to the pickles. The tops are on too tight. I don't even like pickles...
So, I am seeking a lawyer, preferably one with experience, to get me out of this mess. I have no money to pay you, but I promise to leave you a 5 star review on Yelp. If I had money, I could've just bought them more pots, right?
Actually, if someone were willing to give me a small business loan, that would work too.
Should you be willing to accept, I will send you my coordinates pronto.
I'll be awaiting the good news,
-HORIZON, Over.
"Well that's that."
Horizon sighed.
"But now what should I do...?"
Eyeing the pickles on the shelf behind her, she shook her head. She needed a contingency plan in the event that help wasn't coming. In fact, if she didn't get a reply soon and the villagers came down to check on her, she'd be discovered to have escaped her rope restraints...
"This is just like one of those escape room games right? No need to worry, Trish, we can escape this no problemo."
Trying to psyche herself up, she looked around the room once more. There were some basic gardening tools, which would serve as weapons... but Horizon really didn't want to make herself out to be a violent criminal. Even if she didn't plan on harming anyone, threatening them with rudimentary weapons was just plain lame. A true scientist would surely use a more civilized weapon from a future age.
Lightly testing the trapdoor, she found it to budge open a bit, but still, it was chained shut. Horizon could see the chains however...
"If I break the chains, then I can just make a run for it. But then, there'll be wanted posters or something. I really don't want to give up this suit... so much work to become kobold proof... ugh... what a pain..."
Horizon crossed her arms.
"I could hammer it with some kind of bolt fulcrum, but that might be too loud. Well, there's fertilizer here, I could probably make a bomb..."
Horizon shrugged.
"This is why I hate people."
And with that, Horizon got to work while waiting on word of potential rescue...