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[color=black][b]Time:[/b][/color] After Midnight
[color=black][b]Location:[/b][/color] Roshmi City
[color=black][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Grzegorz [@Jamesyco] & Dark Elf Guards [@Alivefalling]
[color=black][b]BGM:[/b][/color] N/A[/center]

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[b][u]Amaras:[/u][/b] 65

[b][u]Gear[/u][/b]
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[*] See 'Clothing'
[*] Wakizashi
[*] Two razor-sharp metal fans
[*] Throwing Knives
[*] Rope Darts
[*] Climbing Claws
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[b][u]Items[/u][/b]

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[*] Drystone (For sharpening weapons)
[*] Gourd of water
[*] Steel wire
[*] Caltrops
[*] Smoke Bombs
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Upon hearing the clopping of horse hooves on the pavement, Kuroi stopped and turned his head to look up at the Polish man through the slits of his mask. He stayed silent and let the man speak, merely looking up at him until the man dismounted and met him face-to-mask. It would have been a lie for Kuroi to say that he wasn't interested, especially if monetary compensation was offered. He looked up at the night sky, pondering and weighing the possible consequences for each decision. On one hand, Kuroi would be able to help out the human who had recently landed in Avalia, just much more than he originally intended to. On the other hand, although the man seemed rather amiable and honorable to some degree, he was a soldier. Kuroi's mother had experience training many of Grzegorz's kind and he himself taught a few people of similar background in his short lifetime. 

They weren't all bad people but many soldiers partook in a-many things that went against his morals. Kuroi may have been a fight, a rogue even, but he could not see himself leading the pillaging of a town or village. After a few minutes of silence, the duelist brought up his index finger and motioned Grzegorz to follow him. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to help the Polish soldier out for some time, especially if this meant traveling across the land and being paid to lead the way throughout it. If things got too hairy, Kuroi would merely discharge himself in an honorable manner (lest he finds a polearm pointed at his neck and an innocent's head in a bag).

Kuroi drew his metal fan and flicked his wrist outwards, letting it spread outwards and show off its beautiful (albeit simple) design. He pointed the way to the nearest tavern and merely awaited for Grzegorz to finish speaking to the guards, doing his best to communicate with such a massive language barrier. A shame that Kuroi could understand the man but he could probably not understand Kuroi. He stayed silent, merely watching the exchange between the guards and the human immigrant before speaking up, "If I may be excused for speaking up, if I were to be this man's bodyguard and guard, where could I acquire a translator so that he may understand me?"