Trip the guard.

The child runs past you and you do nothing. The guard looks at you with disgust as he chases after the thief. Just as the guard passes you decide, “What the hell.” As he passes by, you stick out your foot and send him crashing to the dirt. Everything around you melts like so much warm clay till you find yourself standing ground that looks like it is made of a thin metal screen. Then from the left and right gray fluid flows over the floor, hardens to stone and walls spring up around you, finally being capped by a similar roof. As soon as the roof is in place a table springs into being with a few items sitting on it. A rather large open book that has a soft purple glow, a sword and shield, and of all things, a broom.

A heavy wooden door slams up from the floor onto the wall, then opens and an elderly man with a full white beard wearing a gray hooded robe steps in using a gnarled wooden staff to assist him in walking steps inside of the room and looks right at you, “Finish cleaning the room, then I will assist you in your training.” His eyes flow across the room to the table before adding, “Or you can go play with the sword if you prefer.” He doesn't wait for a reply before turning and walking from the room.

As soon as the door closes behind him a second voice calls out from the other side, a young woman's voice says, “Forget the chores, just grab it and let's go play.” They don't say what the “It” is and you assume that is part of the choice. But what to do?