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The rain came down in thick sheets, a young man stood outside the bar, smoking a cigarette. A man is a black cloak began walking down the road leading towards the bar. The man was a messenger of the Creator, he was sent here to find a new herald, a warrior who could handle almost any situation. "Oi, kid, come 'er, I wanna talk to ya!" the man shouted at him. "I have a challenge for you! If you can take off my hat in a fight, I will tell you why I have come here." he said as he shot a beam of light through the guy's cigarette, "Smoking is bad fer ya helt, kid!"