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... just felt pity for their situation. A single storm would wash away the barely standing "houses", some of which were just pieces of tattered cloth propped up on wooden planks.
"Is your guild really located here?"
"Yeah, we're not very far now--patience isn't a strong suit of yours, is it?"
"If you are asking if the guy who just got transported into a different world and is being dragged through the ghetto in the dead of night is patient, then no."
The somewhat cle ...
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