*Lux walks in, the shine from his armor shining in people's eyes. He sits at the bar and holds up a finger* "Sir, I would like one ale please."
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“Alright.” Blaze grabs an ale, and hands it to Lux. “And who might you be?”
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*Lux takes it and nods* "Bopsheezi Lux, holy paladin of Norvrandt. And you are Blaze I take it?"
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“Uh, yeah. I thought Bop was..... doing something.....”
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"And that's why I'm here to take his place. He's a shady, dark influenced abomination. I'm here to put him down."
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“I..... wouldn’t recommend doing that. But whatever, your funeral.”
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"Tell me, has he told you what projects he's working on?"
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“Nope. Don’t think I’ve even really talked to him.”
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"Well, he's a threat to this place. I'm doing this world a favor."
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“Well, if he’s a threat, most people would know, and he wouldn’t be well liked.”
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"Right. You all keep telling yourselves that. While he works to restore ancient magicks of destruction, you all feel free to call him 'friend'."
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“Hm. I wonder how strong your armor is.” Blaze pokes your arm with his cane.
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"It's magickally reinforced by the blessing of the Mother, so it's tough enough."
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“Hm. It makes me think about how it could be broken....” Blaze trails off.
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*Lux groans at the thought* "You won't be able to. I promise you."
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Blaze starts inspecting the armor, and slightly tapping it with his cane.
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*The armor is pristine and shinning, free of any chips or battle damage, the cane hitting the armor makes a very satisfying sound.*
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“Hm. Well, there’s something to be thinking about.” Blaze stops.
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"Right. Anyway, I'm looking for a Cmirg, have you seen them?"
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“Nope, don’t think I have.”
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"Of course not. If you see them, tell them I want to chat."
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“Alright. Do you want anything else?”
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"I'll let you know if I think of something."
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“Alright.” Blaze goes back to tending to the bar.