A Shadowy Alleyway [EW]
   A narrow, small alley twines its way between small crumbling
buildings made of mudbrick, their aging bulk casting long shadows
across the hard-packed, sandy dirt which surfaces it.  Thick with
shadows, it smells of decay and urine.  The quiet night air sweeps
through its confines, brushing sand grains in a eerie rasp against
the ancient, timeworn bricks.
   To the west, the looming mass of the outer walls of Allanak
overshadows the broader expanse of Wall Road.
A midden heap sits off to one side, stinking of decay.

A few hooded figures step out from the shadows, their gaze remaining on the
figure in a dusty worn, hooded robe a moment.

The figure in a dusty worn, hooded robe returns the stare as he backs slowly
away from the hooded figures, keeping his knife clenched tightly in his hand.

The three figures slowly approach the figure in a dusty worn, hooded robe
grinning darkly from beneath their hoods.

Narrowing his eyes as he regards the figures, you exclaim, in sirihish:
     "Back away now! Or the shadows will soon smite you and send you to the
realm of Drov!"

Chortling, the figures continue to advance upon the figure in a dusty worn,
hooded robe, each of them drawing daggers from beneath their cloaks.

You think:
     "Darn these fools,..they just won't leave me alone!"

One figure raises a dagger near his ear, positioning it carefully before
launching it ahead at the figure in a dusty worn, hooded robe.

The figure in a dusty worn, hooded robe nimbly avoids the dagger, crouching
himself in a fighting position.

You think:
     "There's no way I can take all three of them."

The figure in a dusty worn, hooded robe backs slowly into a corner as the
figures advance him, several rats scurrying from under his footsteps.

You think:
     "I must try an make a run for it!"

You speed up to a fast run.

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A Shadowy Alleyway [NE]
   A narrow, small alley twines its way between small crumbling
buildings made of mudbrick, their aging bulk casting long shadows
across the hard-packed, sandy dirt which surfaces it.  Thick with
shadows, it smells of decay and urine.  The quiet night air sweeps
through its confines, brushing sand grains in a eerie rasp against
the ancient, timeworn bricks.
   To the west, the looming mass of the outer walls of Allanak
overshadows the broader expanse of Wall Road.
A midden heap sits off to one side, stinking of decay.

You search for a good place to hide.

You attempt to hide yourself.

The figure in a dusty worn, hooded robe moves quickly to reside into a shadowy
corner, peering out from behind a small pile of debris.

You think:
     "They,..they're coming, hopefully they won't see me."

The figure in a dusty worn, hooded robe peers cautiously from around the pile
of debris, watching as the three figures pass swiftly yet silently along.
You think:
     "Feck, they're going in the direction of the temple, same as me,..shadows,
please don't forsake me now."

You slow down and start moving carefully.

Moving with haste the figure in a dusty worn, hooded robe darts out from behind
the pile of debris, moving with cautious steps down the alleyway.