展开事件内容（包含选项结果与剧透）
中文译文
| 逃跑的劳工 |  60
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| 几个衣衫褴褛的人似乎在躲避追赶，藏进了灌木丛。你可以选择： | ||
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行路途中，一群衣衫破烂的男人从你身边飞奔而过，跳下路堤，躲进浓密的灌木后。
枝叶还没停止摇晃，另一群人就出现了。领头者还没开口，你已猜到来意。原来，几个工人因某些缘由商量好一起撂挑子，追来的监工却只笼统称之为“出了点问题”。他们问你，有没有见过那些不成器的家伙。
监工们点头，拿出棍棒、草叉，甚至还有几张网。他们争先恐后地冲下道路，扑向灌木丛，像一群劫掠者扑向货车。打斗凶狠，却完全一边倒。逃亡者像困在灌木中的鱼一般，任人殴打。即便隔着老远的山坡，你仍能清楚听见木棍敲在头骨上的闷响。你看见一人被长矛刺死，或许那一击还了结了某段更私人的恩怨。打斗结束，领头的监工回到你面前，身后跟着一列被折磨得不成样子的俘虏。他递给你一袋钱，拍着你的肩，感谢你维护了“秩序”。
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-1声誉 |
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你获得50克朗 |
你的手指还指着错误的方向，监工们便追了过去，愤怒的叫嚷渐渐远去。他们走后，工人们慢慢现身，似乎很惊讶：一个卖命的佣兵，居然没把灌木里的他们也卖了。他们逐一摘帽，为你的仁慈送上祝福。甚至有人称这叫“正义”——在佣兵耳中，多么陌生的词。
大部分人都走了，一个男人却仍站在原地。他问，假如你还有位置，不知能不能让他加入战团。
监工们全都朝错误的方向追去——只有一个例外。他站在路边，低头望向坡下。有那么一瞬间，你考虑把冰冷的刀锋划过他的脖子，让声音从喉管里漏出来，而不是从嘴里喊出来。可他已迅速转向同伙，指着山坡下大声呼喊。劳工们察觉行踪暴露，纷纷从灌木丛中蹿出，四散奔逃。他们一定长期吃不饱，大多数人的速度慢得像一具骷髅在爬楼梯。
随后的打斗血腥得毫无必要，监工们抓人时下手极重。等一切结束，他们又像来时那样迅速离去，劳工们都被绳子捆住，头上套着麻袋。离开前，监工头子还轻蔑地骂了你一句。你缓缓将刀拔出鞘，问他还有什么话想补充。他啐了一口，摇头说没有。
你的手指还指着错误的方向，监工们便追了过去，愤怒的叫嚷渐渐远去。他们走后，工人们慢慢现身，似乎很惊讶：一个卖命的佣兵，居然没把灌木里的他们也卖了。他们逐一摘帽，为你的仁慈送上祝福。甚至有人称这叫“正义”——在佣兵耳中，多么陌生的词。
英文原文
| Runaway Laborers | 60
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| Some ragged clothed men seems to flee from someone and hides in the bushes. You can choose: | ||
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As you walk along the roads, a throng of ragged-looking men speed past you. They clear off the path and jump down into an embankment and hide behind a wall of bushes.
With the shrubbery still swaying, another group of men soon appears. Before the first man even speaks you already know what's coming. Apparently some laborers had agreed in union to abandon a project over what the pursuing overseers simplify as 'issues'. They ask if you have seen these ne'er do wells.
The overseers nod and draw clubs and pitchforks and even some nets. They scramble off the road and converge onto the bushes like a bunch of raiders would a wagon. It is a wild, though one-sided, fight. Men are beaten and battered like fish in a bush. Even far up the hillside you can hear the unmistakable clonking of wood on skull. You see one man fatally stabbed with a spear, perhaps the resolution of a conflict of a somewhat more personal matter. When the battle ends, the head overseer returns to you, a line of prisoners behind him looking rather worse for the wear. He hands you a purse of coins, clapping you on the shoulder and thanking you for keeping 'order'.
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-1 moral reputation |
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You gain 50 Crowns |
With your finger still pointing the wrong way, the overseers take off. Their angry barking fades into the distance. When they are gone, the laborers slowly emerge. They appear rather surprised that a sellsword didn't sell word of them in the bushes. One by one they take off their hats and bless you for your mercy. One even calls it 'justice', a strange word in a mercenary's ear.
While most of them make off, one man stands idly behind. He asks if maybe he can join your company if, you know, you got room for him.
All of the overseers take off in the wrong direction - except one. He stands still the by roadside, looking down the embankment. For a brief moment you consider taking a cool blade across his neck, drawing the words out of his throat instead of his mouth. The man quickly turns to his comrades and yells and points down the hillside. Sensing their being seen, the laborers dash out of the bushes going this way and that. They must be malnourished for most move with the speed of a skeleton climbing a flight of stairs.
The ensuing battle is rather gruesome and uncalled for, the overseers being quite punitive in their capturing measures. When it's all said and done they begin to depart just as quickly as they came, the laborers now tied up in rope and their heads covered with sacks. Before he leaves, the head overseer shares a word of contempt for you. With your blade slowly coming out of its sheathe, you ask the man if he has anything else he wishes to add. He spits and shakes his head no.
With your finger still pointing the wrong way, the overseers take off. Their angry barking fades into the distance. When they are gone, the laborers slowly emerge. They appear rather surprised that a sellsword didn't sell word of them in the bushes. One by one they take off their hats and bless you for your mercy. One even calls it 'justice', a strange word in a mercenary's ear.