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Dal grins impishly and points at Sorril.
Dal
That’s because you were busy being outrun by a one-legged little girl.
Given the circumstances, don’t you think I’ve earned a break?
Sorril answers with a smile while thumbing his knife’s flat edge. Bome, the other thug, approaches behind him, tying his hoodie in a knot around his waist.
Sorril
I think you’ve earned somethin’, alright.
The large man suddenly steps around Dal, putting himself between her and the advancing threat. His glowing eyes crackle as he stares them down. Dal frowns, peeking up at him from around his massive leg.
Barring the city guard and wealthy patrons of local artificers, most weaponry found in Ras Huran is hand-made from whatever materials one can gather. The resulting aesthetic tends to be… inelegant.
Mis à part celles de la garde de la cité et des riches clients des artificiers locaux, les armes qu'on trouve dans Ras Huran sont confectionnées à partir des matériaux qu'on a sous la main. L'esthétique qui en résulte est pour le moins... inélégante.
