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The dwarf approaching is clad in armor, and a well-crafted axe hangs from his belt. His face is hidden by a sort of grimy scarf…
Something tells you it’s a woman. Even though the armor conceals her figure and her face is masked, there’s something about dwarf women that makes them easily distinguishable. Perhaps it’s the way they turn their heads, lighter without the weight of a beard?
A premonition crosses your mind, and you recognize her. Confirming your suspicion, you briefly glimpse the scar on the left side of her face as she steps toward you. You can’t help but exclaim:
“You! Again?”
She stops, surprised, then strokes her scar, proving that she, too, has recognized you. As she speaks to you, her voice fluctuates slightly in pitch, her anger preventing her from adopting the deep tone dwarf women use in foreign lands:
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“Give up!” she cries. “Even if the king sent you, think for a moment: it would be more beneficial to the unity of our nation if this feat belongs to our queen…”
“And you think you can convince me like that?”
“No: I have this for that…”
She strikes the first blow (as if you were surprised).
Fight your opponent in a duel:
DWARF KNIGHT
DEXTERITY
POWER
EVASION
ARMOR
ENDURANCE
5
4
3
2
14
If you win, go to 292.
If you lose, go to 274.