Call for parley.
"Parley? What outlandish be ye speakin'? one archer called back.
You sigh.
"Parley means when enemies talk together without harming each
other, then when they're finished they give each other 10 minutes to
get away. So, will you parley?"
"But of course," the archer who first spoke yells.
"So, who owns this..fair..place?" you ask them.
One of the archers laughs, "He/she actually had the guts to call
the castle fair! I don't believe it. But as to your question, the
owner, a Baron Rismol , by name , is a tyrant who taxes the peasants
cruelly and pays those in his service next to nothing."
"Rold, the Baron'll have us hung if he hears talk like
that!" someone else cries.
"I don't care. I'm ready to face the death goddess." He
turns his face to you, "And where are you headed?"
"Off North a ways. To a kingdom that I think is called
Eohm," you reply.
"Oh don't go that way. I hear there's a dragon that way. Of
course, if you're brave and willing to kill the dragon, I hear there's
a handsome reward."
Do you continue North to Eohm, go back where you came from or stay
with the archers a while longer to find out more information?
You slowly walk forward until you're just out of firing range.
"Parley," you call out.
