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Glitter Meadow
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I enter the small outlet or mechanic's workshop.
A borrocka, a race that I'm used to seeing as a lowly slave worker, stands behind a desk on which instruments of unknown function occupy half the space. He greets me with reservation in underdrought common speak and welcomes me to his butique. He doesn't move and seems to stand erect ready to maybe grab something from under his desk.
>>750183
Yeah... t'was good idea to come in guns blazing! Not really after a reconsideration.
>>750191
I don't know the local culture, can't read, can't speak the dialects and language of many of the races I've seen in this multicultural intermingling of a place. Actually I have little idea how the slaves are capable of managing themselves on the streets and in the houses without drivers. So yeah... I'm not very comfortable starting a burglary yet with noisy approahces.
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