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[count_gardios]

It's that time again!

Hey there New Feathers; I'm Guy Cecil, proprietor -if I can call it that- and bartender for the Good Spirits bar, right next to the weapons shop and smithy and just down the street from the clinic. If you ever need a drink, a listening ear or some answers, I'll do my best to provide all three. I look forward to seeing new

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[enrappigtured]

What is your answer, Gailardia? [That meeting is still fresh on his mind.]

[count_gardios]

I'd think that'd be obvious, Your Majesty. [Not in Guy's, but he'll never forget it.]

[enrappigtured]

... It's good that you've moved on.

[count_gardios]

Hm. For the most part, at least. The important part.

[enrappigtured]

Speaking of that little disturbance, what is the system here? Surely such reckless behavior does not go unpunished.

[count_gardios]

No system, Your Majesty. I'm afraid whoever decides to teach them a lesson will have to do it under their own power.

[enrappigtured]

And no one has considered putting a system in place? Considering the number of individuals here, it won't do to turn a blind eye to such...unbridled acts of violence.

[count_gardios]

I think it's been attempted once or twice, but always fallen through.

[enrappigtured]

So we'll just leave it at that?

[brb cooking up a scheme; guy, you'll be roped into this]

[count_gardios]

[Oh dear. He's seeing this.]

I'm not sure what can be done without the cooperation of everybody in Luceti.

[enrappigtured]

Is there any way we can accomplish that?

[count_gardios]

What, unite the opinions of this place? ...I hate to be pessimistic, but I doubt it, Your Majesty.

[enrappigtured]

It seems that the village is prepared and sets the proper precautions when danger presents itself, but what happens when we aren't forewarned?

[count_gardios]

We run around like a bunch of chickens with our heads cut off.

[enrappigtured]

That doesn't sound too comforting.

[count_gardios]

Oh it's not, really.