‘Ha! I’ve no time for fools!’ retorts the bearded man. ‘Do as the innkeeper says—be on your way.’
The drunken louts in this taproom start to jeer and throw food and ale at your companions. In the face of this mindless abuse you lead them out of the tavern and begin retracing your route back to the harbour in the hope of reaching The Azan before night closes in completely. You are within a few hundred yards of the harbour entrance when suddenly a patrol of the city watch come marching around a corner with their spears couched on their chainmailed shoulders. Their officer commands you all to halt and demands that you raise your hands above your heads.
If you wish to do as the officer has ordered, turn to 228.
If you decide to make a dash for the harbour, turn to 330.