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That's true. Your initial hope was that they wouldn't notice when their spoils were stolen until much later. If they did notice, that may be a different story.

You resist the temptation to follow them and climb down from the roof swiftly after the Wolf Bite goons are out of sight.

When you enter, a bell attached to the door jingles with a sad novelty. The smell of dust and wood engulfs you quickly after. It's like you've walked into a tomb that doesn't know it's dead. There's too much to see, a collection of objects from different eras of this dimension, laid bare to tell a history you haven't cared to explore before.

You sense magic here. It shocks you for a moment. Where are they? Were they made here? Or did someone else bring them?



You look to your left at a figure meekly seated behind the counter. He stands quickly, collecting himself at the sound of a customer entering. Your eyes draw automatically to the broken horn on his head and the glasses hanging from his apron pocket. A fine line of a crack on the lens catches your eye when he shifts in the light.

You resist wincing at the sight of him. It's pitiful. How long have they been living like this?

You never cared for the activity of the gangs or others you have armed. What they did was not your business, only what they could give you.

Even now, you find it hard to feel guilty. It would be empty to feel it after everything.

Your thoughts turn instead to curiosity. Is this Julien's influence? Or were the Wolf Bites always extorting people?



He smiles at you despite everything. "Welcome valued customer. Please let me know if you need any help."


Hmm.. You're not typically the savior type, but you'll put on any face that proves useful. The only issue is that you aren't the best with comforting words. You can trick, lie, and joke, but being genuine is not your strong suit.

What do you say?

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