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You look up...and up...and up. An angry young woman is standing over you, holding the knife to your throat. Her dark skin is tattooed in an intricate pattern, and her black hair is tightly braided. Your stomach sinks as you take in the animal skins lying around her on the floor, and notice that she herself is dressed in a close-fitting suit of patched leather that covers her from her neck to her ankles and wrists. "So, stranger," she hisses at you between her teeth. "Is this always the way you return the hospitality of your hosts?" "I...you...I didn't...Who are you, anyway?" you stammer. The woman backs away far enough to let you stand up, but keeps her knife pointed in your direction. "I am Juleidah," she growls. "I guard this place." "But what have I done wrong?" Juleidah gestures at the skins scattered around her. "This was a test, designed to determine who will be able to stay in the castle without doing harm to those who live here." She points to a spot just below her ribs where, you realize, you must have kicked her. "You, my friend, have failed."
What do you do?
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