The Black Citadel

The room looks quite luxurious with comfortable looking armchairs arranged around a warm log fire. In the centre of the room you and Vandil walk over to a large oak table laid out with platters of fruit and bottles of wine. There isn't anybody in the room but you assume from the décor style that this might be a small banquet for a couple of important Swantheans. You look over at Vandil and say,

"What do you say Vandil, I'll fill a couple of goblets and we'll sit over there in front of the fire."

"Well spoken. But we shouldn't stay too long. I don't want some Swantheans walking in on a couple of Tarvonians spoiling their banquet. It could get messy in here."

You find a deep armchair with soft velvet cushions and Vandil does likewise. After a couple of glasses each, the past weeks nightmare as a gladiatorial slave of the Black Citadel along with your tortuous journey alone through Darkwood is soon drifting away into the background of your consciousness. You both quickly fill your bellies with sweet grapes and a couple of red apples (add 1 mana point).

Before you go, if you have a sleeping potion, you may use it and spike a couple of open bottles of red wine for the Swantheans. If you do so, receive the password "sleep".