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Pandaros
The lanky human strode into town once again, looking no better for the night spent in the barn. He sneezed once, then twice, and finally stopped to rub his face vigorously to rid it of loose bits of hay and dust. "Should know better than to sleep in a barn..." he muttered.
His steps brought him to the blacksmith's shop, and he paused for moment to brush loose straw from his clothes before walking inside.
"Greetings, blacksmith. I was hoping to purchase some supplies, and perhaps learn a thing or two about this town, if you have a moment. In particular, where a warrior might find an opportunity to put his well-honed skills to good use."
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Welcome to the Federation Starship SS Buttcrack! - John Crichton
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