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[great_mercenary]

Have at Gerik, in a more than unwelcoming bar, all by himself. He slams his fists onto the counter, almost expecting that he would be accompanied by his troupe. Until it took more than a while before anyone walked in. He looked around bewildered that his friends would pass up this time to let loose for once.

"OI!

Where the hell is everyone!?"

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Comments

[strategian]

Well, well. Looks like the whole party has found its way here.

Completed in a bar, no less.

[great_mercenary]

What's wrong, Prince? This place too shabby for you?

[strategian]

Any shabby qualities that previous irked me have long since grown acceptable. A year of most places should have such an effect.

...Hmph. Looks like the duplicate brigade decided to barge in as well. Not surprising.

This lot will drive you mad.

[great_mercenary]

I don't know, Prince. I can handle a lot of things. It'll take a while before something will drive me mad.

[strategian]

Hn. Wait until you have a duplicate of your own.

[great_mercenary]

Oh, I don't think I'd mind. Prince, you forget my efficiency already?