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[color=black][b]Time:[/b][/color] Dawn > Noon
[color=black][b]Location:[/b][/color] Roshmi City
[color=black][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] 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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As the party of the snobby governor and his lackeys were barraged by wildlife, Kuroi quietly and quickly followed after Baraian, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings to make sure they weren't being followed nor gawked at. Upon arrival at the shack, the vulpine let out a small sigh of annoyance, sitting down cross-legged on the wooden floor, positioning himself under the window. He loosened the string that held his mask to his face and put it down on his lap, loudly exhaling with visible annoyance. It didn't take long for Baraian (and any unfortunate sod who had the audacity to spy on them) to realize the mildly androgynous aesthetic Kuroi had decided to sport if he so chose to look at the duelist now unmasked. 

Kuroi's face was fairly pale but not devoid of life: it was clear that his flawless skin was a result of the foundation and powder he applied to himself every so often for the sake of presenting himself in a flawless, elegant light. His eyes were touched with a hint of black eyeshadow as well as a thin eyeliner, resulting in a slight aura of femininity. However, despite this, Kuroi primarily emanated masculinity and merely only showed a touch of femininity, proving that he could be as gentle as he could be powerful. 

Placing his hands atop his mask, Kuroi looked over at the elf, tilting his head at him in response, "I am not entirely sure. I imagine the human girl is safe but the man who assaulted the governor with a pie is asking to have his head chopped off. Regardless of the outcome, I can't afford to fully affiliate myself with any of them, lest my prestige and family name be at risk." 

His gaze moved towards the door as if hoping someone would come through it for better or for worse.

"Fortunately, I've never really been fond of the governor nor does he really have any business showing off his pompous self in front of me. I only need to talk to mother, verify what curriculum his so-called special 'guards' train, and easily strip them of their above-barebones training." Kuroi said, smirking at the elf. "Admittedly, this would be more for my pleasure's sake than anything. A soldier in Roshmi, no matter how well trained, will not be better trained than a martial artist who dedicates significantly more time to arts of combat. After all, a soldier is required to quickly learn the essentials of fighting before going out to protect their nation...or invade another..."