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You are struggling to unshoulder your Bow in the confines of the cage, when Lone Wolf turns his outstretched hands towards the speeding orb. He mouths the words of an Old Kingdom Spell and a sudden gust of wind deflects the deadly device away from the cage. With grim satisfaction, you watch as the orb and its trailing chain explode above a crowded avenue, showering flaming oil upon the heads of the Hammerland bandits who have gathered there to watch your dramatic escape.

Turn to 5.