3″After hours of walking through the odd city, doing your best to avoid attention, night falls and you find what seems to be an inn and walk in. Inside is a common room, the tables hosting only a few drunks. Then, one man catches your eye. With long purple hair in a ponytail, blue eyes, and most notably a mechanical arm, the man is sitting in the corner of the room, tinkering with something. He looks up when you enter and raises an eyebrow, his tone bored. We're closed for the night, sweetheart.
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