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[color=black][b]Time:[/b][/color] Night - > Afternoon
[color=black][b]Location:[/b][/color] Roshmi Slums
[color=black][b]Interactions:[/b][/color]  Ayita [@13org], Baraian[@Dezuel], Torvi [@Tae], & Caelan Knight [@Alivefalling]
[color=black][b]BGM: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BsuqUdfF2QQ]Escape into the Overworld[/url][/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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Once he had collapsed up against the sewer wall, he couldn't help but look up at Baraian as some sort of provisional savior. He had no qualms as Baraian began to carry him throughout the sewers. The vulpine's energy was almost entirely sapped, and all he could do was mumble out slurred directions to Baraian in hopes they'd get out soon. By the time the group had escaped the sewers, the smell of fresh air was a reinvigorating scent. He ears and tail began to twitch and sway respectively, eager to finally be able to breathe in comfort once again. After ten minutes of being able to enjoy his sense of smell again, he let out an exhausted laugh. His gaze switched between his companions for a few moments before he finally closed his eyes and gave in to exhaustion. 

The last thing he remembered was easing himself into the back of a cart, snuggled up against a rather bumpy blanket. Several hours later, the sounds of speaking caused him to stir momentarily, his eyes weakly opening up at the sight of a young man around his age. All he could do was reach up to gently rub his beanie-covered head before returning to slumber, not able to produce any sort of facial expression due to his exhaustion. Kuroi snuggled up against the shared blanket once again, enjoying the much-needed rest he required as the others conversed.