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A young man dressed in the typical garb of a 16th century swashbuckler, albeit a bit more colorfully comes running into the Nexus, breathing hard with a rapier in his fist. He turns at the last moment, skidding to a stop in front of the sign. He quickly looks behind him, rapier low, but whoever was following him isn't anymore so he sheathes the blade, turning back to the sign.
After a moment, he turns back to the Nexus at large, watching all the different types of people with a sort of detached interest.
"I wonder what manner of deviltry I have managed to stumble into now. The sign reads that I must as a question. Very well. Does a habitually wicked man deserve punishment? And if so, if the punishment be death, does his punisher also deserve the same fate?"
After a moment, he turns back to the Nexus at large, watching all the different types of people with a sort of detached interest.
"I wonder what manner of deviltry I have managed to stumble into now. The sign reads that I must as a question. Very well. Does a habitually wicked man deserve punishment? And if so, if the punishment be death, does his punisher also deserve the same fate?"