| You do not heed the
words of the fortune teller. You stay on the main street of the village.
The street is clear, but the back street is filled with fog and gloom.
Suddenly. over on the back street, you see two shadows jumping out from concealment in front of a lone figure. You rush forward to the side of the building, and crane your ears to listen. "Give me all your money!" shouts one. "Give us all your money!" the other one corrects. "That's what I meant," the first one says. "I was going to share. Why do you always assume that I'm not going to share?" "Oh, I don't know," says the other one. "Maybe it's because the tapioca creme pie I baked yesterday is completely gone from the cupboard, and I didn't get a piece! Maybe it's because I have to pay the utilities and you never get around to paying your half. Maybe it's -- hey, where do you think you're going?" You see their intended victim was thinking of going as far from them as possible, but now they have him surrounded. He throws them his money bag. They keep closing in. "Yaaaah!" you scream. As you rush forward, you see it's the other knight from the tavern. You charge into the group, brandishing your sword. The two thieves scream and split. You yell, "Yaaaah haw!" after them, then turn around and toss the knight his money bag. "That was a bit of a go," you say. "Of course I was suspicious of that fortune-teller right from the beginning. Obviously she was in league with those two characters." "I am in your debt," he replies. The two of you walk along, sharing tales of knightly deeds and complaints about cuts in medical benefits. At last you come to a fork in the road. "Low road or high road?" the knight asks. |