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    It was with a bubbling sigh, that C-3 found herself walking through the forest. Breakfast was in short supply, since Charlotte kept selling off her flash powder and flint to any pliable, rookie Rogue that thought themselves getting a hot deal. Numbers could get confusing, if your merchant had a silver tongue and a black heart. Sure, it was genuinely frustrating to have to go out and gather more, but the things we do for love([s]treasure[/s]), no? As such, she found herself at her favorite, little spot; a plain cliff that overlooked the village, and was hardly bothered by monsters.

[u][i]Hardly[/i][/u], being the operative word.

Today, unfortunately, it saw the presence of some babbling nutcase.

    Not for long, mind. For a dragon did not suffer fools that stood proudly upon their cliffs; nor entertain the insane, as they trod upon their flint nodes; nor idly allow loud trespassers to damage their property.

“[color=chocolate]Move,[/color]” C-3 offers, bodily shoving the strange woman towards the cliff's edge. “[color=chocolate]Pray, be reborn as someone taciturn,[/color]” she offered in prayer, before moving to the flint node that the swordswoman had been stood upon, her sword sheathed inside, “[color=chocolate][Excavation: Ore][/color]”

[center][i]And, most importantly: [b][u]did not[/u][/b] miss breakfast.[/i][/center][/color]
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Attn: [@Suku]