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You come to, splayed out in an awkward position on the ground. Trullo is sitting on the grass just in front of you, staring at you with a dazed expression. You must not have been disabled for very long. Good.

Still, judging from the commotion growing nearby, guards must be on their way. Fortunately for you, it seems no one was in the plaza at the time.

You start to move, to get back on your feet, when you realize something that stops you in your tracks.

Your disguise has been broken.