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[color=black][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[color=black][b]Location:[/b][/color] Roshmi Slums
[color=black][b]Interactions:[/b][/color]  Ayita [@13org], Baraian[@Dezuel], Torvi [@Tae], & Maneru: The Deceptive Mist [@baraquiel]
[color=black][b]BGM: N/A[/b][/color] [/center]

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[b][u]Wallet:[/u][/b] 65 Amas
[b][u]Bank:[/u][/b] 3,500

[b][u]Gear[/u][/b]
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[*] Formal Wear
[*] Wakizashi 
[*] Two razor-sharp metal fans [Only one on him at the moment]
[*] Throwing Knives [At home]
[*] Rope Darts [At home]
[*] Climbing Claws [At home]
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[b][u]Items[/u][/b]

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[*] Drystone (For sharpening weapons) [At home]
[*] Gourd of water
[*] Steel wire
[*] Caltrops [At home]
[*] Smoke Bombs [At home]
[*] Large Red Potions (x3) [At home]
[*] Medium Red Potions (x3) [At home]
[*] Magic Resistance Potions (x2) [Black]
[*] Antidote/Medicine (x1) [Green]
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Kuroi was ready to engage the enemy the moment he saw an earthy prison envelop him. His hand reached out to grab his wakizashi once thrown to him, almost flawlessly grabbing it by the hilt as he kept his eyes on the enemy the entire time. His eyes narrowed as he heard the feminine voice devolve into that of a raspy cheat who wished to lure them all to his death. Nothing had surprised him in this encounter up until green blood began to spew from the enemy's mouth. His eyes widened as he quickly scanned the area, making sure all his companions were still within his gaze before looking back at their enemy. Both a miracle and a curse to have witnessed their opponent felled by someone else, who else could have been watching them? As the body dropped into the filth-ridden water, Kuroi let out an exasperated sigh, his exhausted eyes tracking the shadowy figure for as long as they could until it disappeared. 

A part of him wanted to pursue after the figure but knew he too would end up as a corpse if he attempted to fight again in this state. He slowly lumbered over to Ayita, collapsing up against the wall near her. With a puff of breath, he glanced up at her and gave her a nod of thanks. His anxiety did not lessen in the slightest, yet he knew if he did not rest now he could not go on. He dared not lay his eyes upon Torvi after wounding her, only giving her a quiet sorry before he returned to his feeble, almost crippled state. Closing his eyes, he pressed his hand up against his covered nose and mouth, trying to control his breathing and ignore the stench that still penetrated his makeshift mask to some degree.