text: > Look around
  This seems to be a meeting hall of some sort, with rows of plain wooden benches facing a crude stage at the northern end. It's unclear whether this place is intended for religious or secular purposes; quite possibly it does duty for both. The overall effect is decidedly gloomy, even though a fair amount of sunlight steals in through the unglazed windows and the open doorway to the south.
  
  Petroc is standing on the stage.
  
  Obvious exits: South
  
  > go to the south
  Petroc resumes pacing around the stage.
  
  The north side of the street is occupied by a large wooden hall. On the south side is a neat single-storey white building (directly south) next to a two-storey green house (to the southeast). The street continues eastwards but quickly peters out into a narrow farmtrack as it leaves the town, while to the west it runs back towards the town centre.
  
  Obvious exits: North, South, East, West, Southeast
  
  > Go north
  This seems to be a meeting hall of some sort, with rows of plain wooden benches facing a crude stage at the northern end. It's unclear whether this place is intended for religious or secular purposes; quite possibly it does duty for both. The overall effect is decidedly gloomy, even though a fair amount of sunlight steals in through the unglazed windows and the open doorway to the south.
  
  Petroc is pacing up and down on the stage.
  
  Obvious exits: South
  
  Petroc clasps his hands behind his back.
  
  > go southeast
  You walk down the path some way until it finally peters out among more sparsely-spaced trees.
  
  Dappled light plays through the sparsely spaced trees that thin out even more towards the southeast, where the forest ends. In principle you could walk in any direction amongst these autumnal trees, but one direction looks much the same as any other, so you could all too easily get lost, except that you know that the way back to the main path is to the east, and that there's another path to the northwest.
  
  Leela is walking towards you.
  
  You can smell the cheese.
  
  Obvious exits: East, Northwest, Southeast
  
  "Hello, you're back!" Leela greets you.
  
  > ask her about Federation
  (Leela)
  "What's your view on the Federation?" you enquire.
  
  "I don't have a view on that," she replies, "How could I? I know virtually nothing about it!".
  
  You can smell the cheese.
  
  > Topics
  You could tell her about yourself, the town, Petroc, the strange green structure, the black shuttle, the orange datatab, the plastic bottle, the small silver key, the raft, or the white shuttle, or ask her about herself, the elders, Elysium, her questions, the stories, the town, markets or meetings, old Jeb, the mallet, or the small silver key.
  
  > ask her about the the shuttle
  "I found a black shuttle across the river," you tell her, "I don't think it should be there - do you happen to know anything about it?"
  
  Leela frowns, looks away for a moment, and repeatedly clenches and unclenches her fists, as if trying to resolve a quandry. Then at length she lets out a heavy sigh and turns back to you, her manner suddenly different, as if she has just grown older and taller.
  
  "Okay," she admits, "There's no point in keeping up this pretence, is there? That's my shuttle you found, and I'm not an Elysian farm-girl, as I'm sure you realize by now. But it's not as bad as you think, really it's not. I'm not a - well, I'm an anthropologist from Earth." Before you can protest, she cuts you off with a gesture, saying, "Yes - I know - I have no business being here. But this is about the only place in the known galaxy where I can study such a primitive culture in the field. so - what happens now?"
  
  You can smell the cheese.
  
  (You could ask why she lied before, ask which university she's from, ask how long she's been here, say you don't believe her, or show her the orange datatab.)
  
  > ask Leela how long she's been here
  "How long have you been here, Leela?" you want to know.
  
  "Only a couple of weeks, praefect," she assures you, "Not long enough to do any harm to the natives, if that's what you're thinking. In any case, that's the first rule of any anthropologist working in the field - don't interfere with the indigenous society you're meant to be studying. So, does that mean I get off lightly? You could just let me go, couldn't you? So, how about it?"
  
  (You could ask why she lied before, ask which university she's from, ask how long she's been here, say you don't believe her, show her the orange datatab, let her go, or arrest her.)
  
  > ask her how long she's been here
  "Are you sure you've only been here a couple of weeks?" you ask.
  
  "Quite sure," she assures you.
  
  You can smell the cheese.
  
  (You could ask why she lied before, ask which university she's from, ask how long she's been here, say you don't believe her, show her the orange datatab, let her go, or arrest her.)
  
  > show orange datatab to Leela
  "So what's this, then?" you ask, showing the orange datatab, "I found it in the pocket of what is no doubt your jumpsuit."
  
  Leela stares down at the tab for a moment, then nods, "Right," she agrees, "Obviously that is my jumpsuit, and obviously that is my datatab. Like I said, I'm an anthropologist; it contains my field notes. May I have it back please?"
  
  > tell Leela about orange datatab
  "I asked you if you'd let me have my datatab back," she reminds you, holding her hand out, "Will you give it to me, please?"
  
  You can smell the cheese.
  
  > No
  "Certainly not!" you reply, "I'm confiscating this as material evidence of your illegal activity on this planet."
  
  She lays a gentle hand on your arm, and sets her face in an equally gentle pleading look, "Please," she begs, "I haven't made a copy, and if you don't give it back to me, all my work here will have been wasted. If I'm going to get into terrible trouble, at least don't let it be for nothing. You can give it back to me, can't you?"
  
  > No
  "I'm afraid not," you reply, "It's my clear duty to hang on to it."
  
  "Very well," she sighs, "So what happens now?"
  
  (You could ask why she lied before, ask which university she's from, ask how long she's been here, say you don't believe her, tell her about the orange datatab, let her go, or arrest her.)
  
  > tell her about orange datatab
  "You say this datatab contains your field notes," you say, "and so it does - but they aren't the field notes of an anthropologist, they're the field notes of a Federation spy called called Anita Johnson."
  
  "If you know that then you've obviously found a way to read them," she replies stonily, "in which case you know too much..."
  
  Without further warning she leaps at you, her hands clasping for your throat.
  
  Leela makes a grab for your throat but you manage to throw her off.
  
  "Is that the best you can do? You're a dead man!" she sneers.
  
  > let her go
  "All right, Leela, you can go," you tell her, "Just as long as you pack up and go at once, and promise never to return."
  
  "Oh, thank you!" she beams, "But are you sure? I can go, just like that? Really?"
  
  > Yes
  "Yes, you can go," you nod, "You don't seem to have done any real harm here, and what the Empire is really concerned about is preventing any unauthorized settlers staying, so if you go now, we'll say no more about it."
  
  "I'll go now," she nods, "And thanks, offworlder, you're a really decent guy." So saying, she smiles at you and gives you a little peck on the cheek.
  
  You spend the next half hour or so helping her first to pack her belongings together and carry them back across the river to her shuttle, and then to dismantle and stow the tarpaulin. Finally, you bid her farewell, and stand watching to make sure she does actually board the black shuttle, before retreating across the field to get out of the way for its take off. The shuttle takes off a few seconds later, and you watch as it rises from the field, and then darts up into the sky faster than an eagle taking flight, until it is no more than a black dot you quickly lose sight of.
  
  Since Leela took her inflatable raft with her, you summon Sublieutenant Soolin to come and collect you in your shuttle, which lands in the field only a minute or two later. Her astonished reaction at your clemency when you explain what's just happened does not bode well your superiors' reaction - or your future career.