text: Once you've spent your gold coins, you make your way back to Dendar's cart. Unfortunately, you find yourself in the poorer part of town, clearly having taken a wrong turn. As you make your way through a side street, a voice cries out.
  
  
  "Hello! A little lost, are we?" A voice cries.
  
  
  You turn, and are faced with a trio of men holding knives.
  
  
  "Fuck off." You grunt angrily.
  
  
  "'Fuck off', he says. What an angry orc." 
  
  
  A voice from behind you says.
  
  
  You turn, to see two more men wielding knives. 
  
  
  "Listen, sir. Give us your coins, and we'll see you find your way to where you're going."
  > You tell them you have no gold
  "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 grab the man
  You grab the man, drawing your blade and driving you knife into his chest repeatedly, tossing his body aside. The men begin charging towards you, three on one side of the street, one on the other.
  > You charge the single man
  The single man is quick and manages to jab you in the side, his cold iron causing you to groan in pain. You swing your blade, slashing the man's throat, and toss him at the trio. You rush onto the main street, but the trio don't follow. You check your wound, but it's not deep. You wander through the street, until eventually you come across Dendar's Cart. You climb on the back, and lie there, as Dendar arrives with a caged chicken.
  
  
  "Ah! Mazkil, how are you? Ah, you're bleeding."
  
  
  "Someone tried to rob me."
  
  
  "Well, I hope you made sure they'll never try again."
  
  
  You nod, and Dendar chuckles.
  
  
  "Well done. You're a true orc."