Walking to the bench, you take a seat by her side. Smiling, she begins reading aloud from her book, and you find yourself thoroughly entranced by the whole production. After a while, your eyelids begin to sink. Opening them, you find yourself staring at the ceiling of the rented room in the tavern. Before you have time to gather your wits, you suddenly feel an intensely painfully sensation in your chest. Looking down, you see a dagger protruding from your chest, held by a figure dressed in a black cloak. You slowly you slip into darkness.

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