Left

You turn to the left, running as hard as your feet will take you, before looking up and realizing you've hit a dead end - you turn around to try and negotiate your way out, but before anything comes out of your mouth, you feel a cold blade pierce you through, and your bag of golden dragons disappearing. And as quick as they were on you, they disappear.

GAME OVER: YOU DIE IN THAT KING'S LANDING ALLEYWAY, POOR AS YOU WERE BEFORE.