User:Warwick/Mafia/1



''As you stumble through the ice, you fall. Somone in your group helps you up, and you turn back to see what it was that has tripped you. It was the corpse of a dwarven soldier. The corpse is so defiled that it is impossible to tell who it was. Worried, you turn to your group, and tell them about it. You all know that there are Mafia among you, but this has put security on high. On a lighter note, you see Deldrimor flags near. You run to meet them, and the Deldrimor join your camp.''