Clamorous bells ring across the City of Magnagora, heralding an imminent execution at the northern
gates.

Pouring from the houses round about, and from the slums beside the city walls, a crowd of dirty
Serfs and Laborers amasses, filled with festive cheer and calling for blood. Pickpockets run about
the crowd, and fathers lift their children up to catch a better glimpse of the bloodshed to come.

Expectantly, the crowd waits, and soon the pale face of <shmuck> appears between the battlements.
The populace roars its approval: shrieking viscanti women scream for blood, and men yell hoarse
obscenities at the distant figure. Behind her, Valkira d'Lardick raises a mailed fist, and obedient,
the crowd begins to quiet.

Valkira d'Lardick pulls <shmuck> out of sight, and, in breathless silence the people wait. Suddenly,
beneath the vast, buttressed arch of the northern gates, a trapdoor opens, and the flailing victim
falls.

With an audible crack, <shmuck>'s fall, and neck, are broken by the rope. The crowd grunts in
disappointment before dispersing, and the corpse swings gently in the breeze, dribbling blood.
The disappointed mumbling of the crowd reaches your ears as <shmuck> is executed at the northern
gates.