text: All the important people of Valinor are gathered together inside the meeting hall, on the second floor of the castle. The knights of the Golden Sun, the three great nobles, the captain of your personal guard and the garrison commander. The goal of this emergency meeting is of course, how to deal with Karadas.
  
  "I wanna go home!" shouts Tyrwill. She's busy throwing her usual tantrum.
  
  While Fariera sits opposite her, unusually pale and with a wretched smile on her face. "H-Hey... We're only knights for show right? We're not really going to f-fight are we?" Her usual calm demeanor has completely collapsed now that she hears about the upcoming fight.
  
  "There's over twenty thousand of them! Attacking us with numerical superiority, how dare they!" screams Hallas. Indeed only we are supposed to absurdly outnumber our enemies, not the other way around.
  
  Bomboulos is the only one, that manages to keep his cool and has sacrificed himself to take care of the unattended cookies on the table. "Outnumbered? Can't you count? We outnumber them ten to one!" Then Dovar has to spend some time and effort to explain the difference between an ordinary citizen and an armed veteran warrior. That the peasants can only serve as some fodder to keep the enemy busy and he shouldn't count them too heavily when comparing military strength. How else does he think a garrison of only 2000 strong could keep watch over the entire city? So actually it's your 300 guards, 2000 soldiers from the garrison, a mismatch of the city guard and the soldiers of the local nobles, in total roughly 800 strong. Backed by some kind of city militia, consisting out of able-bodied peasants who get to wield a weapon for the first time in their lives, estimated to be around 9000-11000 strong. But you have been warned not to expect too much from the militia, their morale is piss poor, they're poorly equipped, don't have any experience and are still busy figuring out which end of their spear to hold on. Okay that last remark, was probably a joke from Dovar. It's not going to be that bad... you hope.
  
  "I estimate the enemies military power is somewhere between 6 to 10 times greater than us. Enough to risk a full-force assault siege and that's only assuming they won't receive any further reinforcements," summarizes Dovar. Then Bomboulos drops his cookie and just sits there stupefied, while his right eye begins to twitch. He didn't keep his composure out of confidence or bravery, but out of sheer stupidity. It seems all your knights are getting cold feet, now that things are getting serious. You have your doubts as well, when it comes to partying and throwing your weight around, you can always count on them. But never did you expect to do any knight business alongside them. Let alone fight a war, where the odds aren't in your favor.
  
  "Are the great knights having difficulties, now that things are getting tough?" jeers Iselda. She smiles mockingly at the gathered knights, who have lost all their bravado. Although you don't like to admit it, at the moment your knights look quite pathetic. Even more than usual. The other two nobles and Morvir are just quietly following the discussion. But you can see from their expressions, that the current performance of the knights of the Golden Sun is having an adverse effect on their fighting spirit.
  
  Somewhere deep down this angers you greatly. Although the prospects don't look very promising, this could be the opportunity to prove you're something else, something more. If you wish to do so, you'll have to persuade your fellow knights, or you can always choose to run away with your tail between your legs.
  
  Fame: The minstrels sing tales of your deeds without your financial support. (140)
  Popularity: You're a knight, they're peasants. They're completely indifferent to you. (10)
  
  > let's flee, while you still can.
  Since it looks like the situation is quickly deteriorating, it's time for the knight of the Golden Sun to make a strategic retreat. The defense of Valinor will be left in the capable hands of Morvir and the three great nobles. You're certain they'll do a good job at delaying the enemy. You and your friends quickly grab everything you can. Together with your servants and guards, you flee through one of the city gates. While pushing those clumsy peasants out of the way. They should look at it from the bright side, now Valinor will be free... for one or two days.
  
  But there's one odd thing, a familiar figure also flees the city. It's Morvir and a few of his trustworthy subordinates. Well, the great nobles will have to figure out something by themselves then. "Hey look, isn't that Sarokar?" asks Hallas while he points to a fleeing carriage on the road. Okay then, Iselda and Bartolomeus will have to be a little bit more creative. For a moment it seems as if, all the rats are fleeing the sinking ship. Just your imagination of course.
  
  The only problem is that 'fleeing-for-your-life-before-the-battle' isn't considered a very heroic act, especially if you don't have any good excuse. So it will be kind of difficult to return to your father and say, 'Things got dangerous and so I ran away.' If your father were to hear that, your comfortable life would be over for good. So you travel to a land far away. But somebody has to do something to make the ends meet. So how can a large armed group make money?
  
  Years later, you're known as Xalendar the King of thieves. But it's quite a horrible and desolate existence. Well, you can live without honor, some self-blame and not having a piece of land to call home. Those are only trivial inconveniences. The problem is, you miss the usual things. Like your big comfy bed, the large bath, the banquets, sleeping in... Bomboulos even lost some weight! And worst of all are those peasants, those that got their families slaughtered and their houses burned down by you and your fellow bandits. Those selfish plebeians fail to understand how miserable you are.
  
  The end...
  
  Fame: The minstrels sing tales of your deeds without your financial support. (140)
  Popularity: You're a knight, they're peasants. They're completely indifferent to you. (10)