[h1][color=slategray]Jolly Gutters[/color], [color=firebrick]Gerald Pithers[/color][/h1]
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Gutters stretched out his hands and grew an inquisitive look on his face. "Don't you know... the Continent's Curse?" He asked, sounding genuine this time.

"These lands of the lost? Ye forlorn, forgotten... fragments of history? Any of it?" He asked, "You two must be... [i]very[/i] detached, from the rest of us..."

That crooked smile etched itself on Gutters' face again as he continued, "Any foreigners... who bear the mark of the Vigils... they're a threat to everyone they meet. You, us... they try to leave, and we may just... [i]disappear[/i]..." He drew a long, rusting, serrated knife from within his coat, and held it forward.

"Maybe the dead man's smart enough not to leave, but... we Cleaver-Men don't take chances..."

He stepped forward, and several of his men followed. "Now hand him over..." He said, "So we can grind him into [i]dust[/i]..."

Gerald backed away further. "IF, EH, OITHAH YOU RICHARDS CAN VACATE US FROM THIS EMCOUNTAH..." He said motioning towards Cia on his head and Saaria in front of him, "WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECIATED..."

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