As the hidden door swings open, you see what looks like a nicely furnished room at an inn. There are paintings on the wall, the floor is carpeted, and you can smell the faint smell of incense in the air. All around, there are signs of opulence, and you can already see the thief calculating the prices that he would get for the paintings back in Greyhawk.

Taking a few steps into the room, you begin to feel a slight tingling at the back of your neck. You know what this feeling means: trouble.

From behind one of the painting comes a flash of a magic missile. You watch in horror as the projectile flies into the eye of the ranger, dropping him to the ground. Drawing your mace, you rush towards the portion of the wall where the spell was cast. Screaming your war cry to Lady Westra, you begin to swing the heavy weapon. It is only then that you realize that you are face to face with a tiger in an ascot. His mixture of dignified clothing and malevolent countenance throw off your concentration, and your attack goes high and wide, the mace smashing into the wall. He gives you a toothy smile as he reaches out for you. . .

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