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What’s this… Mu in his ridiculous plate again?  A call had gone out via Ni’Vek LOA regarding those pesky Followers of Armageddon and their world-ending spell, based on information from KNIGHT VENTRUETM of Caps Lock.  Mu had been pestered by these FoA and their meaningless quests long enough!  Even certain death was preferable to more of their pointless rumors and hints.

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What should one feel when one learns that the lackadaisickal liege Lord British is expanding into one’s beloved homeland?  Revulsion, of course.  How dare these opportunistic barbarians move into the Shining Isles with their ugly armor, sweaty unwashed clothes, and cooked fish!  There was nothing to do but try and infiltrate British’s foothold into the chosen country by posing as one of the immigrants, even if it means donning *gulp* horridly unfashionable clothing to blend in.

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A bewildered, oddly pleased expression decorated Musashi’s face as he took inventory of his one remaining "secure" dwelling.  "Reagents still there… my weapons haven’t been moved to Kagero’s bank for ‘safekeeping’… my cloth is where I left it… the place isn’t looted clean… hmm…"  After only a week away from Sosaria, Musashi had fully expected to return to a looted and emptied house with some annoying graffiti scrawled on his signpost, or at least most of his belongings gone and a note from Kagero whining for more reagents right away.  After all, the other times he had been looted, it had seemed only one evening between a full and appointed home and an empty box in the woods; the lucky rogue of the week who took Musashi’s housekeys off of the somewhat absentminded Kagero certainly worked with all possible haste.  The shock of returning to his home and finding that it had not been burgularized left Musashi with only one logical conclusion to come to.

"Kagero is gone."

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"Slow business…" thought Musashi gloomily, having visited the Occlo tailor shop for the third time that day.  The proprietor Clyde, usually a reliable buyer of fine linens and cotton garments on this somewhat remote isle, semmed to be having problems finding captial.  "I cannot afford any more of that," he would say repeatedly.  Feeling badly for the poor merchant, Musashi was giving him a few complimentary shirts, gaining both the merchant’s gratitude and perhaps paving the way for good future business, when a young person in full plate approached.

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Such a dreary day, thought Musashi as he trudged along the streets of Magincia, another load of cloth weighing him down.  Even though his house had been broken into and looted by a vile thief while he was away tending to other business at a pleasure palace in Nujelm, he still needed a place to sew in peace and quiet, and so had taken to purchasing cloth in towns from his various suppliers, weaving them on the spot, and hauling the completed bolts of cloth back to his house where he could sew without the constant pressure of selling constantly, or the evil looks from his competitors.  There was an unspoken, deep rivalry amongst tailors, oh yes, and things might get ugly if any of them could actually fight.  (Actually, some could, which was another reason Mu was happy to take his leave of the shops when his business there was concluded.)

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