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You find yourself on an ancient -- at least in your terms -- battlefield. Your ears ring with the clash of sword against shield and the screams of dying men and horses as arrows rain from the sky like, well, arrows.

You hear a shout close by, and spin around to see two soldiers charging at each other -- one dressed in red, his shield divided by a wavy white ribbon across the middle; the other dressed in blue, with a round shield in red, white, and blue.

"Dyspepsi's got your taste for death, scum!" shouts the soldier in blue. His opponent responds, "Death goes better with Cloaca, filthy Dyspepsian dog!" They clash again, with little effect -- they seem pretty evenly matched.

Help the Dyspepsi Soldier
Help the Cloaca Soldier
Don't Get Involved

Me fui por el Dyspepsi Soldier, y...

You rush into the fray, levelling a blow at the soldier in red. Your weapon rings off his helmet, but the distraction proves sufficient -- the other soldier runs him through with his sword.

"I thank you for your aid, my friend," says the Dyspepsian, removing his helmet. "You are quite out of uniform -- was the massing of reinforcements so hasty? Here, take my helm. It wouldn't do to have you killed by our own men."

You acquire an item: Dyspepsi-Cola helmet