I am your guide on this quest. Wizard Prang is my name, but I am simply a disembodied voice, so there’s no point in looking around for me.
I refer you to the Agreement you signed last night while you were in your cups (and in everyone else’s if I remember correctly). It seems you will never learn that mead has the most terrible effect on your faculties (if any).
You are currently in the banqueting hall of Baron Doar’s castle, the morning after his wedding to Princess Anne de Pea.
Everyone else has gone hunting.
Eighteenth place (out of 26) in the Second Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.
This game exists in forms with both the "Oriental Walk" title and the "Oriental Wok" one! The "Walk" title seems to be the author's chosen version after the initial release of the game.
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