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Holy Rifle

One hundred credits richer, Damian Gorski wondered how two non-combatants would defeat a floor boss without aid. After turning in his quest to the balding baron, Damian was tasked to talk to the local fortune teller.

As they approached Firah's tent, Zen couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for her weariness. Yet, it was the subtle signs of hidden pain, the bruises on her wrists concealed beneath her long sleeves, that truly stirred his empathy.

“The baron extends his gratitude for your contribution,” she addressed Damian. “I can restore the fairy circle for you upon obtaining the fairy queen’s wings. Here’s a map that will guide you to her glade.”

Accepting the map, Damian and Zen exited the fortune teller’s tent.

“Did you see that?” Zen whispered once they were far enough. “She was hurt.”

Damian nodded. It was obvious who the abuser was. The balding bastard wouldn’t stop at fairy tr
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