[centre][color=136119][h2]Pyotr[/h2][/color][/centre]

She smiled wryly as she produced the spear in question, balancing the need to look completely trusting of Jax as a potential customer and being ready to tackle him should he try to run. It wasn't easy. [color=136119][b]'It's a pretty good spear actually, not that I've used them so far. Average DPS is roughly the same as my two-hander, but it's got some reach on it.'[/b][/color] Pyotr's smile remained as she kept an eagle-eyed watch on Jax as he examined the item. Annoying though it was to admit it, Umichi had a point. Her little nameplate only put a moral restriction on perspective buyers; in order to get any real protection, she would have to invest in said mat. Would have been easier if she knew where to buy one though...

It was about then that two things happened concurrently. First off Pyotr felt a cold shiver run down her spine, like someone had pranced inanely across her grave. Secondly, someone started kicking off outside, which Umichi took as an invitation to join in. [color=136119][b]'Oh, just leave them be man... They're probably just drunks having a punch-up.'[/b][/color] Even as she said it, Pyotr knew that probably wasn't the case. She wouldn't have put it past Kayaba to add events to the game, such as, as a totally objective example, a village being attacked by a horde of rabid mobs. If that were the case, then it had bad implications for the use of towns as safe haven... She turned to the others who hadn't rushed outside. [color=136119][b]'... I guess we should have a look? Never know, might be someone giving out free beer or something.'[/b][/color] She chuckled darkly, stood up. [color=136119][b]'[i]Ya dolzhna byt' nastol'ko povezlo[/i]...'[/b][/color]

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[i]Ya dolzhna byt' nastol'ko povezlo[/i] = I should be so lucky

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