Mahrik orders you to lie down, all the while fondling his cleaver. You lie
down, hesitantly. Then, Mahrik sits on top of you, making you more or less
unable to move. Suddenly he swings with the cleaver, severing your arm off!
You howl in pain, blood flying everywhere. Another blow follows, this time
with the haft of the cleaver, to your head, and you fall into blessed
unconsciousness. When you wake up, you notice your arm has been replaced with
a glass one. It seems the operation was success, after all.
You feel your head clearing up.