Hang back a moment

From Create Your Own Story

The Wolfhound snaps it teeth, and charges for your neck. Quick as a flash, you dive aside.

As the Wolfhound opens its jaws to bite, you plunge your blade through its skull. It collapses to the floor, now destined to be nothing but a rug for all time. Around the creature's neck is a collar which interests you – a strangely valuable ornament for a beast.

When the smoke clears, the hut and the village seem terribly quiet once more. You head back outside.

Do you:

Cast a spell!

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