Whoever had captured him knew him well; they left no tool nor scrap for him to make something out of. He sat, twiddling his thumbs, waiting for something to happen. Suddenly, there was a crashing sound. He looked out of the cell, seeing the decapitation of a creature. "You there! Care to assist me? I can be of great service!" Nestor shouted, just before the decapitator was fallen with a dart. A fairy fled towards the ceiling, which held an odd mushroom. Nestor sat back and sighed. No one was escaping today.