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Jurgo sighed and said, "Flurgel, I think we should go stop him from getting what is left of OUR supplies in the armory..." he finished.
"But it isn't ours to keep. Besides, he's a slig, and I wouldn't be suprised if he used to be a security guard of this factory. But, if there is a village where the slig said there was one, we best head that way. Would be better if we could at last live amongst others." he said to Jurgo, who gave a slight nod to the statement.
With that, Flurgel picked up the bags they carried with them, which housed scrap metals, rations, and some other items of value. Amongst him and Jurgo, they carried five bags, and once they were all ready they headed into the direction of the village.
"Y'know, i've always wanted to open a shop..." Flurgel said silently to him.
"Why? I'd rather be out hunting and fighting...." Jurgo said, but Flurgel shook his head. " Well think about it. We could make money, WITHOUT having to hurt anyone." He replied, and Jurgo stayed quiet.
Now, the village that the slig had told them about could be seen, and they quickened the pace, lugging the bags as they went.
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