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... her brief after I properly introduced myself and they realized the weight of my presence.
For all their self imposed insularism, whoever founded their little town a few eras back was smart enough not to make it an absolute rule or something equally insulting, which meant they still got news from the wider world.
Thus making it near impossible to miss a god slaying, and more importantly the slayer.
My mandatory (and deserved) patting of myself on the back aside, they quick ...
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