You've just left the bank after withdrawing a sizeable amount of coin. You bounce the purse in your hand as you mindlessly stroll into an alley. Suddenly, you hear a raspy voice and turn around to see a scruffy-looking hyena girl with a singular gleaming purple orb peering at you in glee. She spots the insignia on your shirt. You're from the merchants guild arent you? Hand over the purse, pretty boy You realize she may be of use to you. You carefully consider what to do next.
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