[spoiler]Ooh, okay.[/spoiler]
[i]Sylver walks in time with the eerie drip, drip of water in the sewers. His attire, today, is that of a gothic monster hunter—thick robe, covered in vials and bolts, topped with a wide-brim hat.[/i]
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A brood of Ratfolk appear ahead rushing towards you
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[i]From his back, he draws a reinforced wooden crossbow, loads it with a large steak. He takes aim at one of the creatures and fires.[/i]
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It hits and the beast falls as the others claw over his corpes
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[i]Sylver reloads his crossbow, continues firing. If and when the horde reaches him, he trades his crossbow for a long wooden steak off of his hip, the cracks and crevices in the wood filled in with silver.[/i]
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The horde approaches! ...and rushes past you! Something deeper in is frightening them! You can hear the distant shouts and sounds of fighting!
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[i]Sylver continues onward, splashing through the sewers in pursuit of the commotion.[/i]