You are in a deep, dreamless sleep, the kind that usually comes right before dawn, when you have to waken. You are rudely brought out of that sleep by the blaring of a horn.
You sit straight up in your bed, disoriented. But you are given no chance to get your bearing. Horns are being blown, and shouts of "To Arms!" are echoing throughout the halls. You soon discover the chapter house is being attacked by
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