Cautiously you place your ear close to the trembling man’s mouth and try to identify the name he is struggling hard to utter.
‘L…L…Lutha,’ he breathes. Then he gives a chilling snigger and you feel the hairs on the nape of your neck begin to rise. Your Sixth Sense is screaming a warning: you are in danger. With his tongue, the prisoner dislodges a hollow tooth and bites down hard upon it. It releases a vile greenish gas which he exhales directly into your face.
If you possess the Discipline of Grand Nexus, turn to 148.
If you do not possess this Discipline, turn to 261.