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[color=00aeef]1200[/color]
[color=gold]Shiba[/color]: interacting with, [@Ithradine][/center]

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Strength:10
Agility:20
Intelligence:5
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[hider=equipment] 
[list]
[*] Main Weapon= forgotten Katana
[*] Sidearm= Blowgun
[*] body= Leather Armor
[*] hands= cuthtroats gloves
[*] accessories= light's bane cloak
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[hider=skills]
[list]
[*]15 points in sword mastery
[*]5 points to gathering 
[*]15 points to weaponsmithing 
[*]5 points to thrown weapons mastery
[*]10 points to sneaking
[*]10 points exotic weaponry mastery
[*]5 points to lockpicking
[*]5 points to tracking
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Shiba had kept himself busy dealing with his stall and didn't realize what had happened until he got a message from the guild leader hours later. He had sold a few daggers to a few women looking for personal protection but otherwise, it was a slow day for him but at least he kept himself working. After about 3 hours of working at the stall, he started to pack up so he could enjoy himself at the festival properly. After all working for days improving his blacksmithing skill and creating weapons can really stress a person. Everyone needed some relaxation but it seemed that once he had put everything away he got a message that made his blood run cold. 

Shiba then wrote a message back and said [color=gold]"I will go hunting outside of town to look for the player. I can't relax at the festival knowing one of our own has been murdered. I won't be gone long and I'll get some rest before the dungeon tomorrow. Wish me luck, let's see if I am any good as your guild assassin"[/color] Once he sent the message he left the shop since he had brought all the unsold goods back for sale later. So he got his gear and ran out to search the exits from the city to see if there was any traffic that would indicate where the assassin could have run...