>East. Mumble harsh things as you walk away from Hong.
>You head toward the east, mumbling "Harsh things" over and over again.
>You come to a placid and isolated part of the lake shore. The path here is is not nearly so well worn or large as it was in front of the manor. To the east, you can see a small but well-maintained cabin; there is presently a little doll flitting about its roof with a hammer and some nails, doing repairs. The path continues northward and around the rest of the lake. Obvious exits are west, east, and north.
>Drink the lake dry
>You decide to challenge yourself, and attempt to drain the lake.
>Ew! It takes like dirt! You stop this silliness at once.
>Guy made of bees
>Guy Made of Bees
>Praised be there are no mirrors around. Only a neophyte fool would make that kind of mistake!
>_