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HEALTH: ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ 100%
STAMINA: ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ 100%
MANA: ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ 100%
COMPOSURE: ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ 100%
Company: ... A big 'ol room of people.
Syle: Amy's Art - See Profile.
Projectiles: 100/100 Adjustable Throwing Knives
Thoughts: ---
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Though the disappointment from the earlier fiasco of a duel in the arena had brought Revus to the conclusion that perhaps he needed a new way to amuse himself, he still couldn't shake the thoughts of that intriguing Fredrick and his gang in the Dark Kingdom. Perhaps he would, in fact, gain quite the sum from this deal. If that were the case, perhaps he could begin allocating his funds to his sources sooner and overtake the kingdom like he planned so long ago?
If he did, then things would surely be interesting... but for now, he focused on simply wandering through the marketplace with his thick hood tucked over his head. He usually did this, in spite of the heat, as his body didn't really seem too impaired by it after day-to-day exposure. Perhaps he would browse the wares of the common people subtly, assuming they didn't recognize his face beneath the hood.
As he strolled through the market, he caught sight of some intriguing items, but nothing worth purchasing, but that nonetheless did not stop his enjoyment of the controlled chaos that was this beautiful world of trade and commerce. The strange calls and words by others, and the pleasant conversations that filled the background with life—he loved it all.
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~ º º º º º . . . . . Can you tell what I'm thinking? I certainly can't . . . . . º º º º º ~
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