[b]“Silver?”[/b] The ponytailed man paused, as his eyes flickered up and down Raymond’s attire. [b]“Oh. Two silver, with an extra to account for the exchange fee. Nyu-Taro, as well as all other city-states within Horoshi, deal in [i]rishi[/i], dear customer. I recommend you get what silver you have left exchanged swiftly, if you intend on doing further business around these parts.”[/b]

If asked about where exactly to exchange, he would shrug.

[b]“All [i]four[/i] clans print rishi in similar denominations, though with obvious cosmetic changes. Choose which ever you imagine yourself doing business with in the future would be my advice, though only the most zealous would truly care where you get your rishi from.”[/b]
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[hr][b]“It’s been…so long, Madam Immortal. I could hardly remember the specifics of my deed after they…oooooh…”[/b]

The old man groaned, cradling his head in his arms as he rocked back and forth on the ground, as if some past trauma had kicked up all of a sudden. Around Ari, her companions had all already set off for the Keystone again, leaving the heroic girl alone…nope, Calace was there as well, having stuck around for the time being. Would those power-gaming professional gamer-types even care, when there was power-leveling to do and when the old man clearly had nothing in terms of rewards?

Unlikely, but maybe she could take a note out of Magpie’s book and just force the issue onto time.

Below her, the old man seemed to have gathered himself up again, taking deep, painful breaths through his rotted teeth. [b]“My, my name though! It should have my name on it…Fa Trung’s my name! The Tsi-Lai gang, I heard they operated…by the southern gates! Oh, Fa Trung remembers now. Two blocks west of the southern gates, underneath the bridge. You’ll see a couple boxes stacked up. If you move them outta the way…that’s where their den is!”[/b]
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[hr]Though Magpie conspired to cause public brawls and mischief at the detriment of her companions, the world itself seemed to be wholly against cooperating with her in this case. The wannabe-Brawler’s full-bodied dropkick was more than enough to send Ames stumbling forward, right into the back of the unsuspecting Klein, who also stumbled forward as a result of the impact only to be stopped by a…rock? No, a man, bearing two swords upon his person.

As the masculine power fantasy barreled into him, a tidal wave of muscle spilling over him, Lugh was absolutely unmoved, having hardly felt a thing at the collision. At such low levels, the differences in stats was proportionally massive, and the dark-haired warrior boasted an Endurance that was practically infinitely greater than some of the other people present. Just like how a dainty, buxom priestess could push aside a carriage drawn by seven oxen, so could Lugh withstand the impact of being lightly pushed by a pushed barbarian.

The barbarian, of course, ended up surrendering immediately after, offering up all his money and pride. A couple other players now were looking at the scene curiously, wondering what exactly was going on with that bunch of level one noobs. No one stepped in yet though, and as far as Amulak could tell, there didn’t seem to be any guards rushing over either.

As everyone found themselves at an awkward standstill that [i]tragically[/i] didn’t look like it’d devolve into a street brawl, a light shone behind Lugh, Krizantemë’s form dissolving into pixels of light.

Their hyper-minmaxed friend had just logged out and…well, now things were even more awkward.
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