[Eilonwy wasn't against weapons at all, and if she'd thought to grab one then she might have done so, but while everything was happening her focus was just getting out of the castle. She exhaled and refocused on telling the next part of the adventure.] We made it from that room into another-- not a dungeon, because it wasn't underground. Taran and I had to duck in and out of shadows to avoid guards as we approached it.

There was another person trapped- a bard, older, with a harp hung around his neck. Poor Fflewddur- that's his name, was yelling as loudly as he could. Taran and I worked quickly to free him but more guards were running in. Stone walls are actually very good at bouncing noise.

[Eilonwy idly laces and unlaces her fingers together.] But we're all equally good at running, and we took off as quickly as we could!