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A sudden chill makes you shiver (lose 3 ENDURANCE points). 'Are you all right?' asks Paido. 'Perhaps we should go below and shelter from this filthy storm.' You answer with a nod and follow him down the taproom stairs to the welcoming warmth of the hold. The soldier Trost greets you on your return but you fail to notice him--you are too busy scanning the hold for the stranger. You see him, seated alone in a shadowy corner opposite your table, quietly reading his black book.

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Text copyright © 1987 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1987 Gary Chalk.