X-Git-Url: http://git.projectaon.org/?p=project-aon.git;a=blobdiff_plain;f=en%2Fprotext%2Flw%2F21votm%2F232;fp=en%2Fprotext%2Flw%2F21votm%2F232;h=bdc39763d93782d308dfafe2aefe2eb1406d3878;hp=0000000000000000000000000000000000000000;hb=f4bdee5083ca9a72713637e1e979aa183e06faea;hpb=97545603aea8298f1eceb604ff65085cc7adfced diff --git a/en/protext/lw/21votm/232 b/en/protext/lw/21votm/232 new file mode 100644 index 0000000..bdc3976 --- /dev/null +++ b/en/protext/lw/21votm/232 @@ -0,0 +1,21 @@ +>TM 4 +>LS 2 +>PS ON +>PL66 +>SM6 +>CP ON +>FO OFF +>------L-----------------------!---------------------------R + ä232ä + + You ride the moonlit coast road, covering the Š remaining twenty five miles to Bir Rabalou in little Š more than three hours. Your first glimpse of the Š great trading port comes when the road crests a ridge Š of hills within a mile of its perimeter wall. From Š here you can see that the city is built in a semi- Š circle between two great jutting spurs of land which Š protrude into the ocean like the horns of a huge Š bull. Within the city wall are hundreds of lavish Š buildings, yet the grandest of all is a castle which Š stands upon a steep hill at its centre. This one Š towering stronghold dominates all the other splendid Š structures of this rich metropolis. + + Your arrival at the north gate at such a late hour is Š greeted with suspicion from a pair of surly guards. Š Eventually you are allowed to enter, but only after Š Oswin bribes them with the horse that Oriah once Š rode. Beyond the gate you ride along a torchlit Š avenue that leads down to the harbour which is filled Š with trading ships of all nationalities. The quayside Š and its taverns are alive with activity as the Š captains and crews of these vessels drink themselves Š senseless with the money their cargoes have earned. + + You select one of the quieter taverns and stable your Š horses at the rear before making your entrance. The Š tavern's taproom is crowded with sailors and traders, Š most of whom are listening to an uncommonly fine Š musical performance being given by three Cloeasian Š minstrels. Your companions are hungry and tired and Š so you make your way to the counter and ask the Š tavern keeper his price for food and a night's Š lodging. He tells you that 10 Gold Crowns will fill Š all your bellies and buy you each the use of a Š comfortable room. You agree his price (deduct 10 Gold Š Crowns from your éAction Charté) and as he hands each Š of you a numbered key. The marines are not impressed Š with the minstrels' classical recital and they decide Š to eat their meals in their rooms. Before they retire Š for the night you arrange to meet with them here in Š the taproom, first thing in the morning. + + You seat yourself at the counter and listen to the Š recital as you enjoy a meal of grilled meat and Š sugared desert fruits. As you wipe your mouth and Š push away your empty plate, your eye is caught by a Š rotund little man who is seated alone in an alcove. Š "Ho, journeyman!" he calls, beckoning you with a Š plump hand that is laden with gold and ruby rings. Š "Please, will you join me at my table ?" + + If you possess the Grand Master discipline of Š Telegnosis, turn to â329â + + If you do not, turn to â301â