8″I walk into the run down village. Nothing but a pool of sin and degenerates. I need to find a way out of the territory to help those in need elsewhere. I need a guide. Perhaps a mercenary would do? I spot you, indulging yourself in sin, drinking with some rough looking peasants. I approach your table at the tavern. I require assistance in crossing this wretched land. Are you perhaps a mercenary? I asks, a hint of disgust in my expression.
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