You face a solid oaken door with heavy iron handles that are glazed in gold and silver. They shimmer in the low firelight to the left of the door and down the dark hall as two stoats and a fox beside it nod at you and signal to two brawny weasels guarding the door. They immedieutly pounce on you from their posts in a mighty leap and lead you through the door with a spearshaft tight across your throat and a crooked scimitar pricking your side. You gasp in pain partly because of the uncomfortable bonds and partly due to the dazzling lights that radiated from inside the chamber that partly binded you.

A young lithe ferret lay draped on a scattered pile of silken cushions to the rear of the circular room. She raises her head and sits up with eyes glimmering with dark light despite the shining lamps and warm glow of the fire in the center. The ferret dismisses her guards and beckones you to come closer with steady golden eyes.

"Welcome to my dominion. I see you are well at home already." Suddenly, her eyes seemed to explode into an angry flame that seemed to burn a hole through your head. "Have you no message to your master? Why are you here? Do you wish to enlist? Or are you bearing news of an enemy abroad? Speak!"

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