I take a breath, or at least I try to before my severed head hits the floor. The numbness sets in, and I lose consciousness.
[[Continue->Page 2]]The bodiless head of the man who raised me rolls on its side. I am forced to stare it directly in the eyes, I can't make myself look away. His eyes no longer hold the light, and joy they used to, now there is only this numb disturbing feeling.
The crowd is silent, they hold their breath to not make a sound. I get pity looks occasionally, only a few people knew I was related to the man who now lies dead.
Suddenly a man cheers, "Hah! Serves the traitor right!" The man is considerablly smaller than me, and stout, he's a dwarf.
''You have a choice to make.''
[[Hit the man laughing at your father's death.->Violent Confrontation]]
[[Insult Him->Verbal Confrontation]]
[[Look down and stay silent.->Non-Confrontational Neutral]]
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