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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Joshua Randall" data-source="post: 9547469" data-attributes="member: 7737">211We wonder to ourselves why we're fighting experienced swordsmen when luck is the only thing that has kept us alive. [Hey! We rolled that 18 fair and square!]We run through the crowd and dodge through a hole in the wall into a cul-de-sac where the vendors store empty baskets and barrels. We perch atop a basket [a sturdy one, apparently] where we can watch the entrance to our hiding spot.Exhaustion from a week's worth of hard travel and lack of food catches up to us. We're about to nod off when we hear a voice say, "Have some cold wine to refresh yourself after all that exercise." But we are positive no one has entered the cul-de-sac other than us!We turn to (6).---6A small man with curly red hair and beard is somehow standing near the mud wall where the cul-de-sac dead ends. How'd he get there?He holds a wineskin out to us, while his other hand holds a knobby wooden staff; he also has a wide dagger at his belt. His clothes are made from soft buckskin dyed in autumn shades and he wears a brown cloak with the hood thrown back.[If this description doesn't scream "adventuring NPC!" to you, you probably haven't played enough D&D.]"Go on, take the wine," he insists.As the book puts it,(79) if our thirst is stronger than our caution, or(56) if we refuse the wine and keep our hand on our cutlass</blockquote>