As the Drawa hunter holds out his steel handcuffs for you, you bolt, taking off down the driveway and racing down the alley. After a couple minutes, you pause to rest. You think you lost him. Phew! Suddenly, the same hunter comes into view galloping on his horse along with other mounted cloaked drawas. You gasp.
"Looks like jail time for you, sonny." He grabs your wrists and shoves them into the steel cuffs. "Spending some time in Lyddia's private cells will be quite fun..."