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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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As Kuroi slept peacefully through the conversations, his relaxing slumber soon turned one into agony. Not again was he to suffer some awful stench that made him lose all sense of his head. The fox slowly sat up and glared over at Caelan, furrowing his brow as he took the blunt his hand and threw it over the cart onto the dirt path. At this moment, his ears and tail went stiff, and his eyes locked with the human who had dared created such an awful stench with the blunt he was smoking. After a solid minute of death staring the lad, Kuroi slowly looked over at his companions. "...Apologies for my absence...I needed to recover after such an ungodly experience. I feel a lot better now, at least."

The vulpine let out a loud yawn, stretching his arms outwards as his expression softened. His tail began to sway around once again, indicating how happy he was to have had actual rest. "What's the plan, companions?" asked the vulpine, a smile on his face as his tail kept swaying in front of Caelan, practically forgetting about his existence. 

Stench still emanated from him and everyone else's clothes but it was nothing as horrendous as being in the sewers. The smell would take a while to get off his (and everyone else's) clothes but their journey overall had been a necessary evil. He couldn't shake a few things from his head though. Who was the image of the woman their assailant created to shake them? How exactly had he found them? What importance did that woman hold to his companions? And what exactly would happen after arriving at their destination? It was far too long to back out now, especially with a bounty on one's head. He decided to stay silent and continued to listen to the ongoing conversation, merely absorbing everything that was being said.