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Acting quickly, you draw your sword and bring it down on the door handle with all your might. There is a loud <span class="mu-i">clang</span> and the handle tumbles to the floor, making the locking mechanism useless.
You pull the door open and a terrified man in rags stumbles out, his mouth covered with cloth, and his arms bound behind him with chains that attach attach to the wall of the closet. His face is covered in scratches and bruises.
You turn to face the nobleman, who is still charging toward you, and rise your weapon defensively. You have no more time to react. His face contorted into a blind rage. He throws his arms in front of him to grab you, the two mastiffs at his heels growling and jumping.
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