You attempt to sneak around the side of the building. As you turn the corner, you find yourself standing before one of the large beasts, who menacingly wields a flail in one of his hands. As he reaches back his arm to take a mighty swing, you quickly duck and roll to the side, narrowly managing to dodge the blow. The creature’s flail becomes impaled in the side of the building, and while he busies himself with the task of extracting this whirling weapon, you seize the opportunity to scurry off into a nearby copse of trees. Shielded from the eyes of these marauding interlopers, you careful chart a path through the forest, traveling further away from the imminent danger of the village to the promise of at least temporary sanctuary in the nearby wilderness.

After traveling for several hours, the lumbering weight felt on your tired legs becomes too much to bear. Finding a vegetatious outcrop that you assess offers ample protection from prying eyes, you lie underneath, carefully wrapping your cloak around your body to provide additional coverage. Too weary to move, but too scared to sleep, you spend your time contemplating the absurdity of the events that just transpired, and calculating your next move as you set out into the wilderness with little provisions – the looming threat of a nearby war band still very much at play.

THE END

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