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(223) Cassandra walks to her desk and removes a jeweled brooch from one of the drawers. She then walks up to you and presses it to your hand. "Take this as a sign of my loyalty. The Count is very near; at this very moment he plots your death. I will give you what aid I can. The final battle comes soon - very soon." She then bids you to leave, promising that you will see her again. You step out of her room, wondering at the look in her eyes - something that you can't place and aren't completely comfortable with. Go to 105. (105) Outside Cassandra's room, things are very quiet. If you haven't already, you can open the other door (357) or continue down the hall (90). |
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(90) The hall continues ahead before bending to your left and ending at a door. You hear quiet voices on the other side. A shiver runs down your spine and you feel a rush of adrenaline course through your body. You aren't sure why you are having these reactions, but one of the voices does sound vaguely familiar. You take a deep breath and open the door"¦.go to 128. (128) You step into a large living room. An empty fireplace is off to the side. A wooden table with three chairs is on the other side. Your attention, however, is immediately drawn to the couch in the center and the three people who look up at you as you enter. Pravemi. D"Onoffrio. And lastly, a beautiful young woman with black hair and blue eyes. If you"ve met Cassandra, go to 292. If not, go to 46. *Yup full circle! Maybe we can escape out the other door and thus do more of this house.* (292) Your eyes meet Cassandra's. If you are in possession of a jeweled brooch, go to 368. If not, go to 70. (368) Cassandra nods at you and you turn to face Pravemi, telling him that you have come to put an end to his evil. Cassandra draws a dagger and challenges D"Onoffrio, who runs into another room in terror, pursued by Cassandra. You advance on Pravemi, but as soon as you are close enough to land a blow a trapdoor opens up directly underneath you. You fall down several meters into a small, bare room. Mocking female laughter drifts down to you. There is no escape. |