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 With sweat and blood obscuring your vision you look around the room and survey the carnage. The bodies of six Jotun lie tangled and dismembered at your feet, their remains spread haphazardly over every corner of the old Library. Totally exhausted you slump down on one knee, your weapon nicked and scarred by the battle. Breathing heavily, your mind races trying to work out some method of escape. The Hordim will not take long to return and when they do you cannot afford to still be here.
Regaining your feet you pace the edges of the room and it is then that you spy the ventilation grill in the base of the northern wall. With all your remaining energy you pull the cold iron grate from the wall, and with the shouting and cursing of the returning Hordim in your ears you throw your equipment in and dive after it, only stopping to place a piece of rotting old timber over your exit. Fatigued beyond care you crawl down the long shaft grateful that you have lived to fight another day.
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