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"A slig found us in a run-down factory that we were using for shelter...Nimol I think he called 'emself?" Flurkel said.
"Why should you trust us? Well, for one, you don't have to fear about my friend, he is an outcast of his kind.. And can be gentle if need be." he said. " And we figured we could move in here and perhaps open up a shop, sense I have always liked the idea of running my own shop..." he finished.
"Yeah, and we need a place to stay, most importantly." Jurgo added with a grunt, looking up at the old shaman.
"We may bare weapons, but we are here in peace. And as for the bags we carry, they are scraps and items we found in the factory. Slig pants, scrap metal..." he drifted off.
Jurgo, trying to quicken this up so he could get to sleep, "So 'eh, what do you two think? We in or what?" he said impatiently, looking at the two, while Flurgel drifted off even farther into who knows what...
"Oh yes, and...never mind, just what he said. I don't think I have anything else to add to it." He hefted the bag and looked at the shaman, then the cheif, questioningly.
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"The judge knew that he was full of shit and gave him twenty five years and now his heart is filled with tears. That night it was getting late. He was butt-raped by a large inmate, and he screamed. but the guards payed no attention to his cries. that's when things got out of control. The moral of the date rape story: it does not pay to be drunk and horny." -Sublime, Date Rape
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