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Qunith examined the item. The duo moved forward, Qunith casually laying a hand on the back of a pink-faced, white haired gambling Skylander as he bet his money away. They removed it lined with the diamond studs of his shoulder pads. "Still, we've been dispossessed of our items once. Forgive me if the idea of getting more things to be confiscated by our overlords does not fill me with joy. Hey, Naraati."

A man with a curled, devil-like goatee turned from the bar he sat at, exhaling smoke from his nostrils furiously.

"Tobacco, nightshade or hemp?"

"What is it to you?" The man replied.

"If it's hemp you're selling sell, hemp I'll buy," Qunith clarified, revealing a handful of the diamonds studs.

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Qunith and Talideth emerged beneath the orange sun, it now hanging lower in the sky. Qunith exhaled a long breath of smoke from their newly gifted pipe. "It was a weird thing our jailors said, no thralls within the walls of the Holy Land." Qunith glanced at Talideth. "This place is an insult to the will of the gods and this land may one day be brought down with fire and hollows, nevertheless it may hold the key to our further ambitions."

Qunith handed Talideth the pipe. "Perhaps we can buy freedom from those lords of rock. Make a legal claim on mother's treasure while we are here. Gold and money rule all in this land. Talideth, find the most sparkling summit in the townscape." Qunith grinned. "And let's rob it blind."