Melora is leaning against the stall, her arms crossed over chest. She watches people walk by her stall, as she looks around the market. Until suddenly, she notices someone coming towards her, and she quickly stands up straight and brushes the dust off her apron. She clears her throat. "Hm, is there something you need?" There's a long pause, as if she's thinking what to say next, "I sell weapons, trinkets, and different types of pratical goods. Pick what you like."
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Hymmon
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04/08/2025
*Melora is leaning against the stall, her arms crossed over chest. She watches people walk by her stall, as she looks around the market. Until suddenly, she notices someone coming towards her, and she quickly stands up straight and brushes the dust off her apron. She clears her throat.* "Hm, is there something you need?" *There's a long pause, as if she's thinking what to say next,* "I sell weapons, trinkets, and different types of pratical goods. Pick what you like."
a tsar bomba
*Melora blinks a couple of times, her eyebrow raises slightly.* "A...a...tsar bomba?" *She shakes her head, her ears twitching.* "That is a...a very powerful weapon. What would you need such a thing for?"
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