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Your shaft penetrates his chainmail at an angle, ripping through his padded underjacket and cutting across his chest. The force of the arrow stuns him momentarily and he cries out in pain. But the pain does not prevent him from scooping the Lorestones into a small velvet sack tied to his swordbelt. Quickly you shoulder your bow in favour of a hand weapon as you rush forward to prevent his escape.

Turn to 97.

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