Collect your provisions and leave
From Create Your Own Story
You wipe your hand on a dirty rag as Amella recovers from your ministrations. Then she wraps some provisions in a dirty-looking cloth and hands it to you without a word.
You leave the inn. Times are truly bleak in Cokhabad, you reflect. You head out of Poonani and along the path into the Smutititty Hills.
Striding past the outlying huts, you send the villagers rushing indoors to hide. Then, at the edge of town, you pass a large boulder, and at once two rough-cut villagers spring out with swords drawn. Bandits.
"Two against one," the first declares. "You're lost!" calls the other. "So hand over your things, come on!"
Do you:
Cast a spell!
