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Guts tosses over a cloth bag containing 200 gold, grabbing the stone.

"Listen up. I'm buying Grating Stones. I'm looking at you, Tesni the barbarian, and Pretzel the monk."

Right. I was talking about the previous version of the Marauder. I´ll give you the same advice regarding the discount thing, should you want to get this accepted. Instead of this, make the weapon upgrade for the second weapon free, as a percentage on both weapons makes it flat out cheaper to upgrade weapons if you have a lower WP one.

A sage wouldn´t be able to dual strike, and since worth is all relative...

Wasn't there a dual wielding class a while back? I seem to remember that one was really good. What happened to that one?

I think Sandy's hinting that Ulric has a secret underground training facility they funnel recruits from the hovels into. Since Eubric doesn't have an army, the way to get them is to convince people to join them in an army.

Arthur's passive special: Every attack made against him has a 1/18 chance of causing him to side with the party.

And now Pretzel's going to sell it to Guts?

"Hm. Must have been over three dozen years ago by now. I grew up on Strivvi on the streets, not an easy life. There's a loose sort of community among those who live on the streets. Women, and children tend to group together at certain places. The men mostly work, legit, or otherwise. Mostly otherwise. Anyway, at that time, I lived in one such a place. Ash Square us kids called it. It was downwind of the blacksmiths of the city, that's the reason for the name. On some days, everything was covered by a thin layer of ashes. It was no square, as much as a piece of land surrounded by high buildings on three sides. It was pretty good, as far as the homeless communities go. We had a guy, that guarded the place. Can't remember his name, but he owned a sword... or was it an axe, I don't remember. Anyway, to us kids, it was the safest place in the world. We didn't have much. Most of us had no parents, no possessions, rarely enough food to fill our bellies... But we were each other's family. Looked out for each other. Some people though.. Just can't leave people the fuck alone." Guts stopped, took a drink then continued. "Sometimes people came to mess with us kind of people. Like, beat up someone, or worse... One guard can only do so much, and he can't be awake night and day... Anyway, there was this girl, my age then, couldn't have been older than ten, eleven... Sod... I don't remember her name. She had the blackest hair that I have ever seen, and always slept beneath a red blanket. One night, a rich guy comes in, rapes her... No one noticed... Some girls would just give up after such a thing, not her. Some nights after, the same... bastard tries again, this time, the girl gave the man a deep scratch on his face with her nails before anything can happen. Face open. The rest of the square chase the guy off. That wasn't the end of it. The next night he comes back. With friends. They knock out the guard, and stand over the figure underneath the red blanket. They are ready, so ready. But then, the red blanket moves, and underneath it is no girl with black hair, but a pissed off young boy with a long, rusty nail in his right hand. Opened the bastard from groin to neck. Heh, his friends ran as fast as they could. Anyway, killed him instantly."

It's funny because she's a dwarf.

Guts chuckled: "Sounds like the idiot got what he deserved. Thanks for sharing."

"Heh. Guess it won't be lonely when we go go on our trip to the seven hells. You must have killed a lot of people too... Tell me about your first. Your first kill. There must be a story, there's always a story."

The male Rogue Thief is obviously Donny Dozenhands before his involvement into the Wolfgang.

"It was a joke... I think. Skrall. I killed hundreds, thousands of people in my life. Most of those had mothers, fathers, siblings, spouses... Children... If I felt such a thing as guilt I would have stopped being able to do what I do a long time ago." The raider took a large drink from the bottle. "I'm a horrible person."

"You mean the newspaper thing. Took but an afternoon. Went in, dealt with the problems, went back here to drink away the guilt of killing over a dozen men. The usual."

"Deal. I doubt the zealot was going to beat that offer." Guts tossed the Opal over to Skrall, awaiting his gold.

"I bought your stone, the dwarf asked for gems first. I'll sell it to you if they don't want it."

"Dwarf. I got an opal I can get rid off, is it of use to you?"

Can't escape!

Whole bunch of nothin'!

That's what you get, for doing the right thing.

"Fine. 250 gold. For the stone. Not that sword, I got tired of seeing that damn thing already."

Guts sells the WP: 17 Zenith for 85 gold, the Blessed Amulet for 20 gold and the Sterile Gloves for 40 gold leaving Guts with (1065+145 = 1210) gold.

Guts enters the hall. Closing the Halldoors loudly, passing by the empty questing board, he sits down at the bar, and asks for a bottle of Charissian Red.

Guts was already gone, heading for the harbour. How could people be so foolish? Sometimes the raider wondered if this pisshole of a city was too far gone to save...