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Millions of knives
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Lazlo was observing a walled structure, it looked like a directory of sorts, but in a completely different dialect.
He tapped his helmet with a
Ping ping ping
"There's a grave yard left of the court yard, you think you'd wanna do a bit of grave robbing?"
He turned looking for a response, then the small group of people around them.
"I'm all for it, but let's be a bit discrete yah? I don't want the locals throwing us out when we haven't even been here for 5 minutes.
He tapped his helmet with a
Ping ping ping
"There's a grave yard left of the court yard, you think you'd wanna do a bit of grave robbing?"
He turned looking for a response, then the small group of people around them.
"I'm all for it, but let's be a bit discrete yah? I don't want the locals throwing us out when we haven't even been here for 5 minutes.