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... your wrist and stash whatever it touched in a dimension away from space and time. Especially when the only employee was overworked, tired, and suffering from exhaustion. Add in a hyperactive fairy with a foul mouth to further distract the Catfolk, and I was able to walk out with that gun, 80 rounds of ammo, and a backup mace for Sekh. I held the weapon and ammo within my storage because I didn’t want to be seen with them. Especially if High Elves were supposed to be disinclined to firearms. Seei ...
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