The confrontation is brutal, and for a mont, only you and your opponent exist, locked in a deadly dance. Finally, you land a well-aid blow to your opponent's face. Your weapon splits the tal mask covering their face in two, sending the helt flying. The impact sends the enemy sprawling to the ground, their weapon slipping from their grasp.
Your opponent tries to grab it, but your foot is already planted on it. Your other foot rests on the enemy's chest, and your weapon is raised toward their unprotected head.
A beardless, undeniably feminine face stares at you angrily. A braided lock of her red hair falls to the ground, severed and soaked with the blood flowing from the wound you inflicted: stretching from her cheek to her forehead and across her left eye, you narrowly missed blinding her. It will likely leave a scar… if she lives long enough for that.
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“I’d heard that the Queen’s Guard employed a lot of won,” you said. “Apparently, the rumor is true. I imagine you’re also responsible for poisoning my n?”
The dwarf woman doesn’t reply, but her amused smirk betrays her guilt. When she finally opens her mouth, it is to speak with biting irony:
“Well, I don’t have all day: hurry up and finish off.”
You nod your head and then, as is the custom, you give your na. She replies with hers:
“I am Moïla of Threemountains, a knight of the Queen. I have served with honor.”
You raise your weapon and she closes her eyes.
If you finish her off, you can take her Master Axe [ 1 Power] and 100 Coins. You will also note the code D6.
If you spare her, note the code F3. Driven by your sense of honor, you will also feel compelled to tear a piece of your tunic into a crude scarf, which you will leave for the dwarf, sparing her the humiliation of revealing her face to non-dwarves.
In any case, go to the morized number.
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