Cool metal touches your throat. Come now.. a rough voice says you didn't think you could be sneakier then the gypsies, did ye? The dagger gleams in the firelight and he drags you into the the light of the fire. We have company he sneers. A figure rises from his place beside the fire, he is old, but his eyes still show the twinkle of youth. He watches your struggle for a small moment, the slightest grin on his face. Well now..What've we got here? We don't take kindly to trespassers. he says gruffly. Only cause us trouble..last thing we need is the royal gaurd on our rears. Without really meaning to you mutter I'll give you something on your rear...The old gypsy looks at you intently, it's as if he is staring straight into your soul, then his face lights up in a laugh I like you, you've got spirit. Noe here's what I'm going to give you. The gift of choice. Either you can kindly leave us all of your possesions, and go back to whence you came, if you have a problem with that, Jerik here, can make sure you go back without a few limbs as well, or, you could join out family..IF you can get through the challenge he adds cooly. If you'd like to be a part of us, you will have to prove yourself, stranglers are not allowed and traitors are killed on the spot. You will recieve a task to do. If you complete it, your in, if you dn't..well, then we revert back to option number one..well, except for a few minor details..of course. Are you up to it? A gleam enters his eye, as he waits for your response.

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