X-Git-Url: http://git.projectaon.org/?p=project-aon.git;a=blobdiff_plain;f=en%2Fprotext%2Flw%2F21votm%2F106;fp=en%2Fprotext%2Flw%2F21votm%2F106;h=2ac1aea99a22ed6c6ad40519518cdee2ea05db3e;hp=0000000000000000000000000000000000000000;hb=f4bdee5083ca9a72713637e1e979aa183e06faea;hpb=97545603aea8298f1eceb604ff65085cc7adfced diff --git a/en/protext/lw/21votm/106 b/en/protext/lw/21votm/106 new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2ac1aea --- /dev/null +++ b/en/protext/lw/21votm/106 @@ -0,0 +1,18 @@ +>TM 4 +>LS 2 +>PS ON +>PL60 +>SM6 +>CP ON +>FO OFF +>------L-----------------------!---------------------------R + ä106ä + + You find your room at the end of a corridor on the Š first floor and you are pleased to discover that it Š is clean and well furnished. You fall asleep within Š minutes of lying down upon the feather-mattressed Š bed, yet it seems as if you have barely closed your Š eyes when, two hours later, you are rudely awoken by Š noises in the taproom below. The éclompé of iron-shod Š boots and the hubbub of angry voices make you leap Š from your bed and reach for your weapon. Quickly you Š gather your equipment and cloak and ease open the Š door to your room. Outside in the corridor you see Š your companions; like you they have been awoken by Š the commotion downstairs. + + "It's the City Guard," whispers Oswin, who is peering Š down the stairwell. Then the tavernkeeper appears and Š he comes rushing up the stairs. His face is red as a Š beetroot and he is shaking with fright. "The...the Š Funtal of Bir Rabalou's men are here," he says, his Š voice wavering. "They've had word that there are Š assassins abroad in the harbour and they're checking Š all foreigners. You're to go down to the taproom at Š once." + + If you choose to comply with the tavernkeeper's Š request to go downstairs to the taproom, turn + to â33â + + If instead you choose to ignore his request, you can Š search for somewhere to hide from the City Guard by Š turning to â2â