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At once you recognize Sogh, the thief who helped you escape from the South Gate tower. ‘Hail, Northlander,’ he says, a wide grin spreading across his mouse-like face. ‘So we meet again. What prompts you to visit the Purple Purse ale cellar?’
Before you can reply, the door bursts open and in rush six heavily armed Senate House guards. Thinking that the ale cellar is being raided, something of a routine event here at the Purple Purse, the shady patrons drop their drinks and flee towards the open door in an attempt to escape arrest. Sogh grabs your sleeve and points to a shadowy archway. ‘Time to leave,’ he hisses. ‘Follow me.’
