Meanwhile, back on Hicbar, Frederick III sat in the dungeon plotting his escape.
My idiot cousin thinks he can keep me locked up down here? I will find a way to escape!
Wait! I hear something, a soft moaning coming from between the walls. Impossible. There is nothing but stone and earth buried beneath the castle. I've been here too long. But the moaning is growing louder. It sounds like someone is suffering in pain and the green hairs on my arm are standing on end. Damn it! Who's there? Show yourself!
Who are you?
"I'm the ghost of your ancestor. I've come to set you free. "
Mu ha ha ha.
Anyone know where we can find a good taco?