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The wretch stumbles through the woods, branches scratching at his face, as he tries not to trip on a root or large stone. The pangs of hunger are driving him mad. It is not easy to hunt squirrels and rats with a club and he has eaten the last of his acorns and berries.
It is very dark here. Hardly anything can be seen. A glint of moonlight upon metal catches the wastrel's eye, and he spots a figure in the shadows, unaware of his presence. Surely this will be an easy fight?
<span class="mu-g">You sneak up upon the unexpecting foe! [bold]Roll 1d12[/bold]</span>
<span class="mu-g">Choose an attack.</span>
> Strike him on the head
> Push him to the ground
> (Suggest)
