You slowly regain your senses. You are in the same chamber, but everyone else is gone! All of your weapons and equipment lie beside you in a neat pile. You see no sign of the Master, Roderick, Salamdros, Hugh, or anyone else!

Standing unsteadily, you stumble about the chamber. The floor is thick with dust, and the only tracks in it are your own. The chamber looks to have been long deserted. You gather your weapons and slip into your equipment.

A hollow voice suddenly echoes throughout the chamber. "You have done well," it says, "and the gods of Law are pleased. If you demonstrate such faith and trueness of heart every day, you will do well in the world. Remember our words!" The dust swirls in front of you. Roll 1d20.

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4-10 = Page 192
11-20 = Page 193