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Instinctively you duck, and dive to avoid the crossbow bolt. The bandit fires and you feel the sleeve of your jacket tear as the missile grazes past your left arm. You thank the gods for your good fortune and sprint on.

None of the other bandits have bows and they soon give up the chase. As you sprint off into the distance, you leave them all far behind.

You stop just long enough to strap up your wounded arm and then continue along the road towards the outer defences of the capital.

Turn to 288.