The armored man paused, then nodded some.
"Hackdirt...well then you must have some skill, stranger. Either that, or some serious stones. Either way, you are a lucky one. Most people who end up there don't get back out."
He said, pulling a dagger out of a pocket on the inside of his robe, the glossy black surface of the blade glinting in the sunlight filtering through the trees.
"Here, take this. Not much, I know, but at least it'll provide some protection."
He said, flipping the blade and offering the hilt to John...
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Inside the Imperial City, the Vulpine-Armored figure stood inside the ruins of a small shrine.
"So it has already been taken...that isn't good..."
It muttered...