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Post by KiaraWoolfe on Aug 10, 2012 22:52:20 GMT
I watch as the slaves are brought to the gate. A man in seremonial armour pulls out a scroll and begins to read about the quality of the slaves. "Blah blah blah..." I mutter, causing my friends to go into a fit of giggles. We made our way to the gate. I reach through the bars and snap the man's neck. "Sorry, we don't buy things at the door." Arrows shoot from all over, killing the guards. The slaves were free!
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