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You quickly draw an Arrow and take aim through a hole in the portcullis, but the Tukodaks cower behind Prarg, using him as a human shield. Again the, cruel voice booms out: 'Put down your bow, Lone Wolf, or I'll have my guards kill your companion.'

At once your anger subsides. You sense that this is no idle threat and, reluctantly, you obey the command.

Turn to 200.

Text copyright © 1991 Joe Dever.
Illustrations copyright © 1991 Brian Williams.