Number
35
Type
Road
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You are enjoying a pleasant, peaceful stroll down the road when you find yourself suddenly surrounded by a beleaguered group of men. One of them steps forward, a pox covering half his face. ‘ Good day to you. * He smiles weakly We hate to he a burden, but you seer my camp has been taken ill with a strange malady, and ive must kindly beg you for some money for medicine," You look around to see that some disfiguring disease has indeed come over the lot of them« The man scratches the side of his face with one hand while be slowly pulls out a sword with the other 7 m afraid we cant take no for an answer/'
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