Michele Feltman Strider on Nostr: You wave your prize over your head -- a long, black umbrella -- taunting the crowd. ...

You wave your prize over your head -- a long, black umbrella -- taunting the crowd. Fewer react than you might've hoped. In fact, it's just one guy who keeps shouting, "My brolly, good sir! My brolly!" like some fancy Masterpiece Theater chap.

Holding the 'brella like a lance, you charge at the scattered men, jousting hats off heads.

Finally, someone yells, "Get 'em, boys!"

You gallop off, followed by hatless men.

You reach Lily and her trap: a well-disguised hole full of unspeakable things.