text: "I have no coins on me."
  
  
  "Really, sir? Larn, go see if our new friend's lying."
  
  
  One of the men walks forward, and begins searching you.
  > You let him
  You stand there, as one of the men walks over and begins patting on your pockets. As the few coins you have left jingle, the man quickly draws a knife and stabs you through the back, right through the heart. You yell in pain, collapsing.