[ WP ] Write the third episode of non-existant series . Make us curious about what happened before episode 3 , and what happens after .

The Queen Mother of Nevernear's angry face loomed over Trillian's groggy ( and still slightly drunk ) face. 
 
 `` Well?!'' Her highness exclaimed. `` What do you have to say for yourself, Captain?'' 
 
 Trillian thought very carefully before replying. She was in a bed, presumably in Castle Neverneer, and the Queen had taken the time to see Trillian had been healed of the recent events. Her arm and leg had both been neatly bandaged. `` What day is today?'' 
 
 The Queen's face brightened. `` Finally! Today is Sunday, dear sister. You've been out for seveal days since we found you and and your... companion. You certainly must tell me what his story is.'' Her face narrowed. `` And why must you only respond to your rank? I hate calling my sister Captain instead of her name.'' 
 
 Trillian groaned, `` If my Queen commands it, then I shall. But first, send for some wine please.'' 
 
 ( BREAK ) 
 
 In the castle kitchen, Ryth was having the time of his life. He had never seen such a larder at the monastery. Ingredients he had never heard of and spices previously untasted thrilled his taste buds. 
 
 The kitchen staff did n't know what to do. An eight foot man with light blue dragon scales for skin had already cooked and eaten a dozens feasts since arriving with Trillian's bloodied body. 
 
 The Queen had seemed to hear a few words from the near lifeless Captain that had prevented the castle guard from imprisoning him. In fact, the Queen had ordered he be given as much food and drink as he liked, as well as a room in the castle proper while Captain DeNoir had recuperated. The sous chef, Claus, had related a story from his wife, who changed castles linens. Apparently the beast preferred to sleep on the floor, next to a fire. Like some sort of dog! 
 
 The only thing that kept the kitchen staff from running was thin `` man's'' seeming gentleness and an amazing repetoire of recipes that had suddenly was helping them receive actual compliments from their Queen. 
 
 Their conversation was interrupted by the blue giant silently waiting to be allowed to speak. ( His manners had endured him to them as well. ) `` I hope you do n't mind, gentlemen, but I seem to have used the last of the Garlic for now. It's one of the most delicious things and I'd like to take back to the monestary. How could I aquire more?'' 
 
 Head Chef Marcue stepped forward. `` You've eaten an entire bushel of garlic? In a day? You know what? Nevermind that. I'll send out to the market for six more. And I'll be sure to send some with you. Can we discuss courses for this evening? Your friend, Captain DeNoir, has come around, and the Queen is ordering a full feast for this evening. To'assist in the Captain's recouperation,' as I've been told.'' 
 
 Ryth smiled. Those teeth. Marcue guessed that they were probably sharper than his best knife. `` How can I assist you, Head Chef?'' 
 
 Marcue relaxed. This would work. `` Have you ever roasted a whole steer, Master Ryth?'' 
 
 Ryth's eyes widened. Those red on gold orbs. `` Not on purpose!'' He exclaimed. 
 
 Marcus sighed. This * might * work. 
 
 ( BREAK ) 
 
 In his time, greybearded ( but well kept ) Grand Gearsmith Tovik had created some of the most incredible crations of engineering the city of Nevernear had ever seen. From the Castle's legendary clockwork face, to the revolutuionary new airships the Queen's Airforce, the Dwarf had not once regretted leaving his mountain home behind. Not even when his father disowned him for leaving the hearth to follow a Human Queen. 
 
 He now stood before his latest project. When the Queen had comissioned him for this job, she had said it would be the most challenging test of skill he had known. And it had been. 
 
 When it had been delivered to him, it had been ( and to all but him, still was ) a mystery. The Archeological Council had been unable to properly put a date to it. The Mechanism Council said it should n't exist at all, the technology too advanced even for the current age. 
 
 But Tovik had seen it, in all its rusted and water damaged glory, and wept. It was beautiful then. 
 
 But now? Under his extracting care, his apprentices and he had restored it to nearly ninety percent operating abilities. And he was sure that it would be ready by the end of the week. 
 
 A shadow fell across his view of an exhaust port. He turned to see Liin, his star apprentice. ( That she was also his adopted daughter did nothing to change that belief. ) 
 
 `` What is it, child? You seem unwell.'' 
 
 His half-elf daughter smiled weakly. `` I seem to have a most terrible headache. I'm going to go outside for a few minutes and get some fresh air. Could I get you anything while I'm out, father? You have n't eaten in nearly a day.'' 
 
 Tovik's belly rumbled in agreement. `` I suppose you could stop by the kitchens and get me one of Marcue's sandwiches. And tell him double meat, extra cheese. Non of that rabbit food.'' 
 
 `` I'll do what I can father. You know how he is about fresh vegetables. He cares.'' 
 
 He nodded as he turned back to his work. As she left, he though to himself that he'd just pick off the things he did n't want. He went back to work, oblivious to time's passage. 
 
 He heard a clatter that started him. `` Is that you Liin? What took so long? Marcue did n't give another lecture on dietary needs again, did he? I've warned him about lecturing my students. That's my job.'' 
 
 As he looked up, the last thing he saw was the flash of the blade that killed him. 
 
 ( END EPISODE 3 OF `` NEVERNEER'' )
