//I've assumed Basil ii meant 'No Edict'.
You decide against Edict yet again.
1184 AD, Spring
2*
Neither the spies, nor adventurers, nor the dwarves had any luck in locating the thief (or thieves). This baffles Dwarves especially, who believe that either Elves or a powerful magician is at work here (with personal bet on the former, they say).
1
You wake up to a very lovely morning sun peeking through the curtains hanging at the window.
Strangely, your nose seems to be clogged, for you cannot smell anything. Uh! You must've spent too much time on fresh air last night, it was pretty cold after all.
Here is Twygga, your bedchamber maid! You say hello to her, but she seems strangely unresponsive. Is she mad at you? You wonder why. Is it because you advised her to break up with that boyfriend of hers working in the royal stables?
The sun shining through the window strangely doesn't bother you when Twygga pulls the curtains aside and opens the window to let some fresh air into the room. You ask her what's wrong and why is she upset with you, but she instead makes her way to your bed... where you're still laying under the covers!?
Your legs give way underneath your weight. How is this possible!? You're here, sitting, in the middle of the room. But there's also you, sleeping peacefully under the lovely, warm covers!
That's when you notice that the light outside the window has grown larger. It is shining right onto you, almost flooding everything in light, obscuring Twygga, and your bed (and body), and dissolving the shadows of the room with obscene brightness. Is the Sun, now shining brightly white, trying to engulf you?
You decide to...
A) Muster up courage and reach toward the light.
B) Hide in the darkest corner of your bedroom.
...Still.
No matter your decision, Twygga will soon notice what happened to you, and will raise an alarm.
The tragic news will quickly spread around the palace, before spilling outside.
And finally, few days from now, the court doctors that will perform your autopsy will find a tumor that was growing behind your left breast, exercising pressure on your heart and ultimately leading to your untimely death.
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