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Run like the wind.
Well, at least like a small breeze. You take this opportunity to vacate the premesis. Although you're pretty noisy on account of the armor, the wolves are still too busy laughing to pay you much attention. This is probably to your benefit. What is not to your benefit is that, in the process of your running, you stumble into a trap. Specifically, one that drops you down a very, very deep hole. You scream like the shower chick in Psycho, but this doesn't really do much of anything other than freak you out some more. After falling a very long way, you notice that you are in some kind of dungeon. You are now by yourself. The pungent stench of mildew emanates from the wet dungeon walls. The only question you find yourself asking is, "Where are the Cheetos?"