Confrontation

My heart sinks. What are they going to do to me? Maris pushes a shocked patron aside, and draws his sword. "Thought we couldn't catch you, did you?" he says with a sneer. "Well, you thought wrong. I'll see that you're worked to death in the mines if it's the last thing I do!"

I shrink back in terror, but just as he begins to push his way through the crowd, Zal steps between the two of us.

"This is a respectable establishment, and I'll have no trouble here. You can leave now."

Maris shakes his head. "This is none of your business, landlord. Get out of the way so we can take her."

"What's your problem with her?" Zal says, his voice flinty and his eyes fixed on me.

"She's an escaped slave!" Maris barks, spittle spraying across Zal's face. "A runaway and a whore!"

"An escaped slave?" Zal mutters. "Why didn't you tell me - "

"Move!" Maris bellows, drawing his wickedly sharp scimitar.

Before Maris can do anything, Zal produces a short sword from within his ragged leather shirt and points it threateningly toward him. "If I were you, I wouldn't come any closer."

Maris snarls and clashes his blade against Zal's, who expertly parries the blow. "Run, Harry!" he shouts, as Maris draws back for another blow. "I'll buy you some time, just run!" What should I do?

1. Run away like Zal asks.
2. Stay here and try to fight. I won't let Zal kill himself for me.
3. Turn myself in to Maris, even though I'll end up as a slave.

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