Watching the crossbowman reload his weapon, you make no motions to interfere with his task. Unnerved, he begins fumbling with the bolt, until finally he loads the weapon. As he pulls the trigger, however, the weapon jams, and when he turns the weapon to its side to investigate, it just then goes off, implanting the bolt in the chest of his nearby companion, who immediately collapses to the ground. Panicked, the cloaked figure attempts to flee, but in his haste he trips on a dislodged tile and goes careening off the building to the hard ground below.

You walk over to the edge of the roof to investigate, and surmise that it is unlikely he will awaken anytime soon. Returning carefully to your room by scaling the side of the building from which you came, you decide that the preceding events are just too much action for one night, and gladly enter the sweet soothing embrace of sleep.

THE END

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