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You pass many soldiers of different races and nationalities, lolling in open doorways or squatting against the red brick walls. They are mercenaries, drawn to Varetta by the news of war in the north. They come in search of employment, for the chance to sell their skills to any buyer, indifferent to the justness of his cause.

Beneath a black iron lantern, you notice a group of men throwing dice against the side of a wall.

If you wish to stop and ask them the way to Brass Street, turn to 291.

If you wish to continue on your way, turn to 307.

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