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With a yell, you barge your way through the stunned tavern crowd and kick open the back door. The land behind the building is thickly forested and you run headlong into its welcoming cover. With the angry cries of the Pirsians rippling through the trees, you curse your ill luck and escape into the darkness.

Turn to 250.

Text copyright © 1987 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1987 Brian Williams.