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[color=black][b]Time:[/b][/color] Dawn
[color=black][b]Location:[/b][/color] Roshmi City Marketplace
[color=black][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Ilan [@dreamingflowers], Bellona [@Potter], & Baraian [@Dezuel]
[color=black][b]BGM:[/b][/color] N/A[/center]

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[b][u]Wallet:[/u][/b] 14 Amas
[b][u]Bank:[/u][/b] 3,000

[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
[*] Large Red Potions (x3)
[*] Medium Red Potions (x3)
[*] Magic Resistance Potions (x2) [Black]
[*] Antidote/Medicine (x1) [Green]
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Kuroi's eyes immediately shot up to the dark elf who had passed by him, keeping a close eye on him as he strode into the infirmary. Although he didn't have a full view of what occurred within, he had a very good idea of what the faun and human girl were tending in there, or rather [i]who[/i]. He heard the wooden doors open and soon caught sight of the dark elf from the bench he was still sitting on. The individual who had passed him and was now inside the infirmary. Something struck the vulpine as rather odd, the sudden appearance of the man and the way he presented himself led his intuition to believe that the situation would turn out to be quite dire. Kuroi stood up and began walking towards the entrance of the infirmary just seconds before a dagger was sent into the wounded human's torso. The scent of fresh blood filled Kuroi's nostrils as he moved quickly towards the entrance, his left hands feeling his upper thighs for some reason or another. 

The vulpine arrived at the entrance of the infirmary and, in a passive manner, flicked out his face and positioned it in front of the lower half of his mask. Feigning femininity, he walked towards the two guards and glanced at the both of them through the holes of his mask. "Could the winner of the tournament from the night prior inspect those who had lost a bit too much during the event?" 

The dark elf guards looked at each other curiously before looking at Kuroi up and down. It wasn't long until the guards realized who stood before them and opened the wooden door for him, allowing him entry. The Demihuman waited until the doors closed behind him until he walked towards the group of four that reeked of freshly drawn blood. "Intriguing to see that such a mysterious man would appear in these strange times. Although I suppose strange faces reveal themselves when strange happenings come to eye." 

With graceful motion, Kuroi spread his right arm out, revealing the lower half of his mask before he dropped himself down into a bow. "May I ask why a dark elf draws blood in a place meant for healing? Surely there must be some reason for such actions..." Kuroi said, rising as he angled his metal fan in such a manner that let the edge glint, revealing its sharpness.