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// 26 
// Story: CYOA: Next in Line 
// by David Silver 
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Sweetie Drops narrows her eyes as you decline to hand over some of your concealed armaments.

"Come now, there's no need for those here," she presses, gesturing firmly to the bin meant for your weapons.

You stand firm, keeping several small but deadly blades and devices secreted on your person. You insist certain tools are necessary for your trade.

Sweetie snorts in frustration, then whistles sharply. Two stern royal guards trot in, clad in golden armor. "I hoped to avoid this, but you leave me no choice."

The guards move with precision, quickly surrounding you. The guards quickly surround you, immobilizing your body and confiscating your most dangerous items over your protests.

Sweetie scrutinizes the pile of hazardous objects with an impressed eyebrow raise. "There, now we can chat in a civilized manner."

The guards release you but stand vigilant nearby. Begrudgingly, you realize further resistance is hopeless against these trained warriors. As Sweetie begins her interrogation in earnest, she leans back in her chair. "No weapons are needed here. this is a safe place, assuming we keep weapons like that away..."

You:
1) Ask about the guard's spears.
2) Plot your revenge.