Leave before things grow worse
From Create Your Own Story
You hurry back to the doorway, the woman's cruel laughter ringing in your ears. Well, she may have hurt you, but she has lost her dinner and her income for today. 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!
