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Silver Fluff
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>"Look, I can't help you if you just stand there and gape."
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>"Come on, kid, you gotta work with me here. Tell me where we're at, what you're doing here and your name."
"Alright. Not like it matters anyway...What are you, anyway?"
>"Your...gaurdian angel, of sorts. The fact you can even see me means you're meant for something big. I'm really here to help."
"Hah. Guardian angel. Well, mister angel; my name is Raosal, and if you hadn't noticed, I'm about to be executed. If you really are a guardian angel, you'd do me a heap of good by finding me a way out of here before I end up on the gallows."
>"No dice, mohawk. As a spirit guide-"
"I thought you said you were a guardian angel?"
>"Erm. Same thing. Anyway, I can't actually touch anything."
"Well. Fat load of use you are, then."
>"Yes...well...Why are you in here?"
"Why do you think? I pissed off the wrong people for too long and they finally got the courage to ambush me and do something about it. Cowards."
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