A harlot shouts, "Cyrenians tip poorly and smell odd. There, Zina, now
where's my money?"


You begin to silently shadow Zina's movements about the land.
Old road nearing plains (road).
The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth.
A scantily clad woman leans against the wall with a suggestive leer.
Zina is here.
You see exits leading northeast, south, and west (open door).

Zina says, "Now go to mhnldOr aNd ttell them aab *hic* out hoow Cyrene
eatsh
their ylung."

You have recovered balance on all limbs.

Zina says to a harlot, "Go bo MHaldor annd Sayy hhow Cyrevee eats theij
younG."

A harlot says, "That wasn't our bargain, darlin'."

Zina says, "I'll ggIve yoFu 1j00 woldD."

Zina says to a harlot, "Bo tt."

Barg arrives from the south.

Barg leaves to the northeast.

A harlot says, "Or you could pay me for what I've already done for you."

Zina sways drunkenly and falls to the ground in an undignified heap.

Zina says to a harlot, "Then youh doo the next task?"

Zina stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

You shadow Zina north to Road through dusty plains.

A harlot says, "Then I'll think about it, if I know you're good for it."

Barg arrives from the north.

Barg leaves to the south.

Zina gives some gold sovereigns to a harlot.

Wyd arrives from the north.
A blue-banded falcon soars into the room.
With a powerful flap of his wings, a giant golden battle eagle glides
soundlessly in from the north.

Zina gets some gold sovereigns from a canvas backpack.

Wyd ponders the situation.

Zina says to a harlot, "Stop spreading messsages abou *hic* t me."

Zina sways drunkenly and falls to the ground in an undignified heap.

Zina says to a harlot, "Stox saayinng bad things like I hired you."

Zina says to a harlot, "Or die."

A harlot says, "You just paid me, you little liar."

Zina says, "I diid not!"

Barg says in Cyrenese in a crisp voice, "Drunk."

Barg shakes his head sadly from side to side.

Squire Wyd Vorondil-Windsong says, "I hear that you asked her to head to
Mhaldor?"

You say to Zina in a soft, measured voice, "You did. I've been standing
here for the past several minutes."

Squire Wyd Vorondil-Windsong says, "That would be, I believe, insult
number 3."

Zina says to a harlot, "Yooou're O *hic* nly uakking th *hic* at becaUse
Wwyd is here!"

A harlot says, "I won't have you sully my good name, bug."

"Hmph!" a harlot snorts.

You incline your head politely to a harlot.

Zina stands up and stretches his arms out wide.

Zina draws back and balances into the Eagle stance.

Javilynn says to a harlot in a soft, measured voice, "I know your
innocence."

In the crystal-clear night sky, the stars twinkle and glow brightly.

Squire Wyd Vorondil-Windsong says to Zina, "Give Lady Maya my regards."

Javilynn says in a soft, measured voice, "..Relatively speaking."

Zina says, "Wwyd."

Zina says, "I didn't do iT."

Sticky strands of webbing spray out from Wyd to cover Zina.

Barg draws back his blade and impales Zina to the hilt.

A harlot leers lasciviously at you.

With a vicious snarl Barg carves a merciless swathe through the steaming
guts of Zina, who gurgles and chokes as he withdraws his dripping blade,
glistening with gore.

Zina says, "C'moon, lishten tt *hic* bo Me."

Wyd draws back his blade and impales Zina to the hilt.

Zina casts a withering look around the general area, showing his
disapproval.

Zina looks pale and gaunt as his body shudders on the end of the weapon.
Blood bubbles and froths from Zina's mouth as he gasps his last breath
and slides off the weapon.
Zina has been slain by Wyd.
Golden sovereigns spill onto the ground from Zina's corpse.

A harlot drops some gold sovereigns.

A harlot says, "I don't need money from the likes of you."

Wyd picks up the corpse of Zina.

The soul of Zina says, "Wyd."

The soul of Zina says, "You made a big mistake."

The soul of Zina says, "I didn't do it. And I know exactly who did."

Squire Wyd Vorondil-Windsong says to a harlot, "I'd be careful of the
insults you agree to make, money or no money."

Javilynn says in a soft, measured voice, "Zina, I was here for the
entire conversation."

The soul of Zina says, "Liar."


---Witnessed by my eye.
Javilynn

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Ero, in the year 544 AF.