You follow Jenavive.
You grunt with pain as you move forward. Jenavive turns around, an
expression of concern on her face.
"Oh, I forgot!" she exclaims. She rips a bit of cloth
from her white tunic and wraps it around your bloody injury. The
process is slow and painful, and by the time she's finished, a
threatening fog has begun to settle.
"We have to go," Jenavive says, a look of great fear
weighing heavily upon her frame. She pulls you to your feet and has
you lean upon her shoulder. She's moving very quickly, and every inch
of your tired body aches with each step. If only she could slow
down...
Jenavive maneuvers expertly along hidden alleyways and sheltered
tunnels. You are getting the sense that she is trying to hide from
someone. You begin to doubt that she told you the whole truth
earlier.
In one of the dark alleys, you spy a small wooden door, perhaps
three feet high, on the damp stone wall. It is very tempting, and you
would love to rest inside...
Should you ask Jenavive to stop? She'll probably say no. Maybe
you she push her aside and hurry to the door. You aren't sure if you
can trust this girl who looks like you.
