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While walking into the alleyway, you missed the dark colored spikes lying on the dirty cobblestones. A small shape rises out of a pile of trash, and calls out in a gravelly voice.

Trubbish A small face appears over the rooftops after a couple seconds. His sandy blond hair hung down in a ponytail, and he made no move to come off the roof and help you.

Now who the muk are you? Not a spearhead are you?

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You are now poisoned. Spearhead is slang for the domestic military force - read police - in carthak
Janan yelps as he steps on the spike, hopping backwards and falling on his butt. MOTHER MUKKER! OW! No I'm not a Judged Spearhead! I was just looking for some work! This is how you treat new people.... Janan grabs the enchanted cloth Abdul had given to him. He had taken him a while to decipher what the runes did, but he know knew they cured status conditions and based on the welts on his foot, it would be needed right here. He rubs his foot with the cloth, the welt disappearing and the runes on the cloth glowing and then disappearing.