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The Gnome shrugged. “Oh arranged bindings between a xy and a xx most fascinating indeed. I had assumed most races had ended such barbarous practices as they generally lead to poor lives and bad offspring. Though I guess in a time like this one is as likely to sell their own children for a slice of… sweet delicious freshly baked apple pie topped with cream.” The creature sad extending his index finger strait upwards. “Yes everyone simply wishes to sell their blood for bigger and bigger slice of the pie but they never realize they never washed their hands… so their grubby hands are dirtying the pie and in the end no one will want it… though that seems a bad analogy as it has nothing to do with why you’re here… peace I hear… the end of illogical battles and replaced with illogical life.”



James nodded drawing a concealed dagger from beneath his chest plate. “My sword is to long to work properly in here… so I’ll use my side arm. As for why I call you boy… you may be old physically but your current actions I must see your honor first hand. Take the first move.”