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<p>A week later, you arrive safely at the outskirts of Quarlen and, in the evening twilight, find yourself gazing upon the fortified wall that surrounds this river town. To reach Varetta you must cross the river<ch.emdash/>and only here, at Quarlen, is there a bridge that spans the fast-flowing waters of the Quarl. The highway divides as it approaches the town wall, for there are two gates that provide access to its east side.</p>
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<p>It is mid-afternoon when you catch sight of a small village on the road ahead. There are many wagons parked at the side of the highway, and a crowd has gathered in a field nearby. As you ride past, you notice a large placard nailed to one of the wagons:</p>
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<p>Suddenly, his words are cut short by the beating of fists against the observatory door: your horse has been discovered.</p>
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<choice idref="sect332"><link-text>Turn to 332</link-text>.</choice>
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<choice idref="sect173">If you have the Magnakai Discipline of Curing, <link-text>turn to 173</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>Beneath a black iron lantern, you notice a group of men throwing dice against the side of a wall.</p>
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<choice idref="sect332"><link-text>Turn to 332</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>Cyrilus does not know where the Lorestone is, but he does know a man in Varetta who claims to know its exact whereabouts. <quote>Let me ride with you to Varetta; in return for the privilege I shall take you to this man.</quote> Your basic Kai instincts tell you his offer is genuine. You nod your agreement and arrange to meet him in the tavern courtyard at dawn.</p>
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<choice idref="sect30">If you decide to offer to buy them a drink, <link-text>turn to 30</link-text>.</choice>
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<p><quote>Charge!</quote> screams the captain, and suddenly you are swept up and carried across the bridge by a frenzied wave of horsemen.</p>
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<choice idref="sect333">If you wish to stop and give the poor woman some Gold Crowns, <link-text>turn to 333</link-text>.</choice>
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<p>You find few clues to identify her: an Axe, a pouch containing 11 Gold Crowns, a Dagger and a Silver Brooch are all she carries: hired killers travel light. You examine the Silver Brooch and decide to keep it. (Mark this as a Special Item on your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a>.) There is something vaguely familiar about her face but you cannot remember why. Suddenly, your thoughts return to the plight of your companion<ch.emdash/>his life is in danger. You mount your horse without further delay and gallop across the Denka Bridge in pursuit.</p>
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<p><quote>All awake! All awake! A new day dawns, my fine brave lads!</quote> The voice of the tavern-keeper is echoed by the groans of a hundred bleary-eyed soldiers, as they drag themselves coughing and wheezing from their beds.</p>
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<p><quote>All awake, all awake! A new day dawns my fine brave lads!</quote> As the voice of the tavern-keeper echoes through the inn, you dress, gather your equipment and then collect your horse from the stable.</p>
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<p>Many of his men, battle-hardened veterans of countless wars, cannot hide their fear that the attack is suicidal. The gate is heavily defended by archers and cannot be taken without a great loss of life.</p>
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<p><quote>You have the mien of a skilful warrior,</quote> says the captain, his steel-blue eyes cold and unblinking. <quote>Why not join my company? I have need of fighters, and I pay with gold, not promises. We leave for Tekaro at dawn<ch.emdash/>will you ride with us?</quote></p>
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<p>On hearing this, the other soldiers snigger, but Pock-face ignores them and continues. <quote>The Lorestone was once set into the throne of Lyris, at the Tower of the King in Varetta. Hundreds of years ago, during the War of the Lorestone, it was stolen by a Salonese prince called Kaskor. He set the stone upon a gold sceptre and used it in battle to inspire his followers. He believed that it made him invulnerable, but it was not so. He was killed in a battle on board his royal barge at Rhem, and the Lorestone was lost when it fell from his hand into the depths of the River Storn. However, that is not the end of the story. There are many tales about the sceptre having been found, but on the whole they have turned out to be fake or merely fanciful. The legend says whoever wields the Lorestone is the rightful ruler of all the Stornlands. For this reason above all others, the Lorestone is sought by many evil or unscrupulous men to further their dreams of power. If you wish to know more, you should go to Varetta. There are many learned men who have devoted their lives to the study of the Lorestone<ch.emdash/>the scholars and sages of Brass Street<ch.emdash/>they are the people to help you!</quote></p>
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<choice idref="sect206">If you have the Magnakai Discipline of Divination, <link-text>turn to 206</link-text>.</choice>
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<p><quote>All awake, all awake! A new day dawns, my fine brave lads!</quote> As the voice of the tavern-keeper echoes through the inn, you gather your equipment and collect your horse from the stable. The night<ch.apos/>s rest restores 3 <typ class="attribute">ENDURANCE</typ> points. Make the necessary adjustment to your <a idref="action">Action Chart</a> before setting off on your search for Brass Street.</p>
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<p><quote>Ale for my friend,</quote> he booms and immediately an inn-girl hurries to obey his command. He points to a table across the hall and says with a cheerful voice: <quote>There he is<ch.emdash/>come and meet the captain.</quote></p>
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<p>At the centre of the city, you cross a square paved with crystal slabs and pass beneath an archway of polished green stone. Stately halls and public buildings give way to dust-worn shops and a park full of glistening flowers with huge leaves of red, gold and pink. Beyond the park, a street paved with white gravel leads to a fortified tower, the tallest in the city. It is the Tower of the King and marks the entrance to Brass Street.</p>
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<p>You wake an hour after dawn and peer out of the circular porthole at the shadowy river bank. Drizzle obscures all detail and the sky is tinged with grey. As day approaches, the river mist grows thicker and whiter and you go up on deck. The captain stands alone at the rail, the shoulders of his leather cloak soaked by the cold drizzle. He nods a welcome and points to the Cener Mountains now hidden in the mist.</p>
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