A Patrol Walking through the streets, you meet a small unit of 4 town guards. “Hey, you! Stop!” Do you keep going? stop? flee?
Within moments, the guards have reached you. The captain looks you over throughly: “Why don’t you show us what sort of weaponry you’re carrying?” Do you obey his order? or show them your weapons in use?
“A bit much just fro personal protection, eh? Or are you planning to organize a commando operation against the orcs? You better leave that to us!” Some of your weapons are confiscated.
“You deaf or something? I said: Stop!” You hastily disappear into various side alleys, take a right turn here and a left turn there, but only part of you manage to actually elude the town guards. You don’t manage to elude the guard. The guard captain looks at you disapprovingly. “You have something to hide from the law, eh?! Well, just to make sure you won’t do any more mischief, be nice and obedient now and give over your weapons!”
You hastily cut through various side alleys, take a right turn here and a left turn there, and after about fifteen minutes, you’re convinced that you’ve managed to elude the town guards.
