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... uarded the money bag at his waist and squeezed through the crowd in front of him.
The faint scent of blood mixed with the decaying stench from the Mist Forest, the light friction of metal armor clashing in the jostling, and heavily accented Universal Language from who knows where on the continent...
Carrying dual swords on his back and wearing two layers of armor, he would attract more than a few glances walking down the street in any ordinary small town on the continent.
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