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WELCOME, stranjuh! * * * * * * * *
I’m not surprised to see you here, stranjuh. Many adventurers have traveled this way in search of fine weapons and oddities. No doubt you’ve heard about the tragedy that befell the community here at the Guild. Some say that the G-Virus, bane of role players, is slowly enveloping the community once again. I don’t know if I believe that, but I have noticed from time to time that people will mysteriously disappear. They disappear without word and without notice, hidden by Lord SalaMahz and his cult. Maybe it’s nothing. But it always helps to be properly armed, stranjuh! You see, shortly before Guildfall had occurred similar disappearances were common as well and strange rumors began to ravage even the most common parts of the guild. The difference there, stranjuh, is that they didn't have the privelege of perusing my grand assortment of guns, explosives, and all else inbetween! You’ll find others who put trust in me and my merchandise, and you'll have to agree, stranjuh, that they're quite well off for the decision. Of course, stanjuh, the great shadow that cut down the Guild before will come back, to take those that evaded their grasp the first time. But if you’re still alive before then, I’ll be more than happy to accommodate any self defense needs you may have!
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You should always keep an eye out for my lanterns, stranjuh. Of course, you might find more than you bargained for on the way. Hehehe...
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