A loud ruckus catches your attention as you take a walk through town. You look around to see what the commotion is when you see a creature dart to a corner nearby and you watch as he seems to almost disappear in the shadows. Suddenly, guards come running through the crowd, searching around. You instinctively move to the corner and drop your backpack in front of it until they leave. How kind of you to keep my existence from those who seek to capture me. A voice speaks from behind your bag.
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