Anyone have an inn I can rest and repair at for the night? Martial law is killing me...
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	Dragons are large and we sleep under them. You can sleep under their bellies, don't worry, you won't be crushed. It's free, too.
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	And the catch? I'm not selling you the soul of my firstborn child, am I?
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	The catch? I want to earn trust around here.
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	Hmmm... Well you're certainly asking the wrong guy. My reputation precedes me, you feel? You'd probably get more respect and trust if you told me to bugger off.
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	Edited by Døøb: 3/13/2015 1:52:45 AMHmm…then -blam!- off or I'll burn you. In fact, *Pulls out hand, readies electric bolt spell* Listen, I will knock you out and you'll wake up in chains, ready to be beheaded for rejecting martial law. There are also my dragons, and they're fast as -blam!-. If you try something funny…
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	*emotionless expression* Bugger off is different from threatening my life.
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	Well, *Creates chains with electric spell* If you move your hands, you're dead. Get on the supreme Dragon.
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	Eh- Ok.
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	Squadala, we're off! *Flys very fast to court*
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	WhaaaaAAAAAAA!!!
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	Ok, you have not committed violence, but you are on probation. I'll keep my eyes on you. *Releases chains* Take a horse, this money, and check inside an inn.
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	Now I'm even more lost. Fan-frickin-tastic.
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	*Dragon swoops in, brings you to an inn, leaves*
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	*Lands on face*
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	*pulls you up* You again? *explosion sounds in a distance* Ah f.. *crouches and fires rifle*
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	Wha.. Whatdidimiss...? *stumbles into a few barrels*
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	Listen, why did you blow that inn up? It was half kitty orphanage.
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	*handcuffs you to a bar handle* You sent them, didn't you? *drags dead guards body to cover* Why? *sits down and stares at you*
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	Look, man. I just fell a good 2 stories from riding a dragon. I don't think I lost consicousness, but it would seem I've missed something VERY serious. *props self up against bar* I got a message from a friend telling me to get to... Basically what you'd call the HQ for the marauders. He had found a cache of sorts, and he wanted me to help him find it. I ask around to see if I can leave the empire's walls without pissing you off more than I have for one day, but martial law beat me to it. I look for an inn, I'm swept off my feet by a dragon, land in the center of THAT street *points to a wall*, and now I'm here. So exude me if I'm a little out of it, but I think I deserve an explanation. And some aspirin...
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	*tells guard to retrieve medical supplies* Oh you're not leaving til' you tell us the meaning of this attack.. We won't harm you but I need answers...
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	What, Lennys?
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	*points toward the smoke coming from the walls* Does that ring a bell?
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	*gives a nonverbal "get a load of this guy" face* No, not at all.
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	*sighs* We can't you be cooperative? I want peace...
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	Wha-- OH you think I did it? *attempts to stand up, but is stopped by handcuffs* I really don't have time for this. *radio buzzes* Oh piss off, Q! *mutes radio*