A dark anger grips you as you observe the devastation wrought by the Humans. In a loud, furious voice, you call out to the workers:
“What are you doing? Your actions violate the treaty! You have no right to exploit this riverbank!”
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The lumberjacks cry out in fear, then, regaining their courage, advance toward you, their axes firmly gripped. There are about twenty of them, all rather burly.
If you still have at least 1 Magic point, go to 349; otherwise, confront the horde at 251.