The Citadel of Chaos


You now stand in a large, round room.
It is lit by a single torch, fixed into one wall.
There is no furniture in the room,
save for a rough wooden table and chair in the centre.
Hovering above the table — fast asleep —
is a very small man dressed in a green shirt and pantaloons.
He cannot be more than a metre tall
and you cannot believe that he is still asleep after your noisy entrance!
You hear a creak and turn to your right in time to see
a small catapult fire a missile of some sort straight at you.
It is going to hit you unless you use a Shielding Spell!

If you use this Spell.

If you cannot (or will not).