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Although decidedly not soft, Honest preferred less violent solutions when things inevitably go wrong on the streets. After all, one less person noticing his existence is one less danger, and when some of his stash got robbed......he could always steal them back with a bonus......
 
Although decidedly not soft, Honest preferred less violent solutions when things inevitably go wrong on the streets. After all, one less person noticing his existence is one less danger, and when some of his stash got robbed......he could always steal them back with a bonus......
  
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The life defined by crime and treachery was not one without its risks and lasting costs......so Honest made a quite a few enemies along the way as he once tried to carve a place on this world for himself. Now he had left behind his former struggle, but would his old foes leave him be?
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The life defined by crime and treachery was not one without its risks and lasting costs......so Honest made a quite a few enemies along the way as he once tried to carve a place on this world for himself. Now he had escaped his former struggle through underground connections, but would his old foes leave him be?
  
 
During the nightmare in the monastary, he was forced to engage with hostle enemies well beyond his reach. When the massive book clamped shut, he felt a strange energy flowed from the entire room of heretical knowledge into his eyes and his arms. things start to move slower in his mind, and his hands and his eyes felt like they had become one. Rising under the duress which dulled his past instincts, he gained the ability of a true marksman.
 
During the nightmare in the monastary, he was forced to engage with hostle enemies well beyond his reach. When the massive book clamped shut, he felt a strange energy flowed from the entire room of heretical knowledge into his eyes and his arms. things start to move slower in his mind, and his hands and his eyes felt like they had become one. Rising under the duress which dulled his past instincts, he gained the ability of a true marksman.

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