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‘Come in, stranger. Welcome to my humble tavern,’ says the plump landlady of the eating house. ‘We have wine and food and rooms a-plenty.’
At this moment, you hear Maouk’s men enter the plaza and cast an anxious glance towards the open door. The landlady sees that you are nervous; she points to the cellar stairs and says in a hushed voice: ‘Do not worry—we share your fear of the new Zakhan. Quickly, you must hide.’ There is no time to hesitate. Maouk’s warriors are already approaching the tavern.
