You're standing in line for Pandora's Box, Alcester city's newest nightclub. It's frigid out, one of those nights where the draft is so chilly that it frosts over anything in its path. A shiver creeps up your spine, but you pay it little attention. The cold is not important now; what matters is that you're finally in line for Pandora's Box, and you need to get in. Looking ahead, there are maybe twenty to thirty people ahead of you.

The line is making little progress. You've been standing outside for almost two hours, and you're beginning to lose hope. There has to be another way in... You should weigh your options.