[b][X] - Find another way through. [2][/b]

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You make one last try. You puff your chest and attempt to insert some degree of authority into your speech. 

“ I am on a sacred quest from my Clan. Prevent me from leaving and you bring the wrath of the Shogunate  on you.” 

The guard doesn’t budge and instead, merely laughs as he slams the long chair leg he’s holding against the ground for emphasis. 

“ Right…...I’ve heard better lies.” He sarcastically drawls. “ Even if that were true, I still wouldn’t let you through. Your Clan could send a penja to kill me and I’d still make sure my dead body would be parked right here preventing your paper ass from leaving the Bin.” 

There’s no point in arguing with him further. You note with relief that the guard’s face turns momentarily white when your hand wavers to the pommel of your sword. You then stop and then, give a curt nod as you turn around and leave.

“ I wish you the best of luck in your duties.” 

He leaves one last parting jab. “ Good to see you have common sense - HEY!”  He points over your shoulder. Following his finger, you see a dorf covered in a ensemble of Lego attempting to scale the melted plastic walls with a makeshift grappling hook. “Someone get that dorf down from there before he attracts an entire horde onto us!” 

As the guards were distracted with the trespasser, you began ruminating on these new circumstances. 

There were only a few ways out of the Bargain Bin. Sneaking over the walls and going through uncharted paths was a risky bet. Going on unpatrolled and untravelled paths was a scratch coupon he wasn’t willing to bet on. Even the most experienced Samurai were leery of such an option and would scout ahead for any possible dangers. You didn’t have the time or luxury for that. 

Otherwise, there were no spills nearby the Bargain Bin to take advantage of. You heard of a Portable Toliet that a group of Cleaners retrofitted into a trafficking route. Its availability was cut short by the steep prices that the Cleaners charged for transport and you severely doubt that you had enough on you to pay the steep price that the Cleaners offered……

[X] - Sneak out through the walls. It’s not the most safe option but it’s the most obvious one. You’ll have to count on your training to make it through the aisles of wasted Shelves and find a safe trail. 

[X] - Contact the crew of Cleaners in the Bargain Bin and see if you can hitch a ride on one of their ships. 

You take a look around to see what possibilities are available to you. A few opportunities come to mind as you look around in the crowd. 

[X] - You spot a person of interest in the crowd, one who distinguishes themselves from the vast horde of raving aislers…...

     [X] -  A woman dressed similar to you, but in a mail of bright yellow cardboard instead of alabaster paper. She bears the insignia of a yellow bumblebee on her chest plate. 

     [X] - A gaunt man of chrome and metal. He chitters in a spastic language, with several strange symbols emblazoned across his skintight suit. He busily types away on a tronic device, skittishly looking around at everyone else who steers away from him. 


   [X] - Strange. Is that a tree? The elders told the origins of paper to you once, where before the Fall, your ancestors harvested pulp from beings of brown and green. You’ve heard many tales of trees before but none of them mentioned them having four limbs and a head. The word ‘ ALL NATURAL COMPOST’ has been carved with a knife into their woody body.