Chapter 6: Liars, Soldiers, and Merchants
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	Cordain woke up slowly.  He felt the desert sands around him.  More
was flowing onto him.  The cool, wet sands... no, not sand - water!  'Rain
water... where am I?'  He opened his eyes.  'Zozo.'
	He looked around a bit, without getting up.  The poor people of the
town and the Imperial soldiers alike walked by, ignoring him just like any of
the other bodies that had fallen from the high buildings.
	"Hey," he whispered to a passer-by, "Are you one of the town's
residents?"
	"No."
	"Boy, that helps...  Can you tell me how to get to the inn?"
	"Take a left past the building to the south."
	"Okay - take a right past the building to the north, right?"
	"Right."
	"Oops... I mean a right BEFORE the building to the north... right?"
	"Wrong."
	"Okay, thanks."
	"Hated helpin' ya."
	Cordain pulled himself up entirely.  He was used to the language of
Zozo, and knew it well.  He followed the opposite of the man's directions to
the inn.  It was full of soldiers yelling about demanding immediate service.
He chose an empty table in a fairly quiet corner, and waited for service.
	After about half an hour, a waitress finally came over and said,
"Hello there - you're not a soldier, are you?  You must be a citizen then,
right?"
	"Wrong, I'm an outsider."
	"You sure?"
	"Yes, I tell the truth sometimes, and I am now.  However, I also can
lie."
	"Hmmm.. I guess you are - a Zozoian never coulda said that."
	"That's right."
	"Well, its good to see someone else here - the soldiers are getting
to be more irritating than the natives."
	"Yes... I guess they could be... but what about you?"
	"Oh, me?  I'm from Nikeah - when the Empire... came in... they
decided that they needed truth-telling waitresses over here in Zozo.  So I
got sent over here."
	"Hmmm... Nikeah...  Well, just get me my cup of tea."  The waitress
walked off, but before entering the kitchen, she stopped to whisper something
in the guard captain's ear.
	Suddenly, Cordain realized the significance of the girl's hometown,
and ducked under the table just in time to avoid a poison-tipped arrow.
	"Great - another unhappy reception," he whispered to no one in
particular.
	A swarm of the town's guards got up and drew their swords and began
to rush towards Cordain.  Cordain quickly darted out from under the table and
on top of it, and started hopping from table to table across the room.  He
leapt out of the door and into the alleyway.  The soldiers followed.  Then he
saw his chance.  A merchant - it would be a longshot, but that certain
merchant could just be...
	"Hey!" he yelled to the merchant.  "If they ask you where I'm going,
tell them the truth!"
	"Ok, I will," the merchant replied happily.
	'There's still no way of telling for sure...' Cordain thought.
	Cordain rounded the corner, and entered the building known as the
"Deserted Cafe."
	The soldiers ran up to the merchant and asked, "Where'd the man in
the blue jacket go?"
	"He went that way!" he said, pointing in the direction of the
'Deserted Cafe.'
	"Thank you, sir."
	The soldiers headed off in the opposite direction.
	"Oh!" the man spoke up to them again, "Would you like to buy some
Rust-Rid?"

	Cordain charged into the cafe' and slammed the door.
	"Phew!" Cordain sighed and looked around.  True to its name, it was
pretty much deserted, except for a single barmaid at the counter.
	"Don't worry, the soldiers aren't still coming - and don't ask about
the passage to the mountains, 'cause there ain't one here!"	
	"Uh-Oh!  The soldiers aren't after me!  Better head for the caves!"
	The barmaid rolled her eyes, and watched as Cordain scrambled up the
stairs to the balcony - where Mt. Zozo waited.