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All manner of strange and exotic plants, oils, potions and medicaments fill the shop windows, and the smell of the herb-filled street is intoxicating. There is a sudden bustle of activity at the end of the street. The crowd disperses, melting into the shops as if into thin air. A man stands before you, his face is streaked with sweat, his turquoise robes torn and heavily stained. It is Maouk--he has survived the Baga-darooz.

'Were it not for the Zakhan, I would kill you here and now,' hisses Maouk, his face a mask of hate. 'But I will not lose my head for a cowardly Sommlending.'

His insult enrages you, but you control your anger. You sense he is not alone; eyes are watching you at every window.

If you wish to attack Maouk, turn to 197.

If you wish to turn and run back along the street, turn to 92.

Text copyright © 1985 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1985 Gary Chalk.