"Heh... well, I could do something like that, if you'd prefer..." the collar replied, still with an air of superiority around it.  "But this might be fun, so I'll tell you anyway...."<br/><br/>"My creator made me, and a few other collars, as a way to break the most stubborn slaves, with plans to make a fortune by selling us to the highest bidders.  Naturally, we were made to be inescapable, but he needed to make a way for a new owner to take us off whatever slave they happened to tire of, so he built in a special release mechanism that would only work when the right keys were used, and hid those keys away around the world," the collar began to explain.  "I... am not sure exactly how he hid them, some magic involving nearby planes or somesuch," it added, sounding slightly defeated, "but I do know only one wearing the collar can see them.  Of course, he couldn't have slaves running around freeing themselves, so he never made any maps or notes about where the keys are hidden... instead imprinting that knowledge inside the collars themselves."<br/><br/>"Regardless, find all of the keys, and you're free to go.  The first one should be right about... there", it said.  A moment later, Ondrea felt a soft tug on her mind, pointing her to the north.  She could feel something distant, perhaps three or four days away, drawing her towards it.  "That should be the first key.  It used to be in a city, but I have no idea what may be there now."