You walk into the local Adventurer's Guild. Inside, you find a young man, appearing no older than 17, picking a fight with an older, burlier-looking man. "Hey! You think I wouldn't notice you take my shit, punk?!" Titus' hand glows as he socks the man in the jaw. He falls, releasing a small gold pouch. As he picks it up, he looks around, obviously still upset. He locks eyes with you. "The hell ya lookin' at? This asshole a friend of yours?"
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