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"Hmm, lots of newbies here" thought Mu as he stood in front of the loom at the smaller of Britain’s two tailor shops, mindlessly passing shuttles of thread back and forth as his foot worked the pedals with the practiced ease of someone who has been doing this way too much.  Around the shop, an assortment of new citizens of the realm, obviously looking to earn some easy money, were wandering to and fro looking at the shop’s wares and trying to figure out how to proceed.  As they asked their questions ("How do I make cloth?… What should I sell?… Why isn’t there any thread in this shop?") Mu did his best to answer them, secure enough in his position in the market to be able to show some goodwill to these apprentices.

As he stood there, unconsciously passing the thread back and forth, a young, shabbily dressed man came up and stood near him.  "Hmm…" thought Mu; thieves sometimes liked to prey on those near the loom, and Mu kept a sharp eye on his pack.  However, he was somewhat startled to see the young man draw a rather cheap-looking dagger from its sheath and assume a combat stance.  "Wonder what he’s up to…" Mu thought, as the young man lunged at him.  Instinctively, Mu reacted by hurling a fist at the hapless attacker.

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Grimly, his muscles aching from the strain of continuous katana wielding, his face pale from the stress of being wounded and healed repeatedly in a short period of time, his breathing ragged and shallow, Musashi glared at his enemy.  Sorely wounded, his vile opponent had reduced Musashi to near-death several times; only his recent trip to Maegara’s Greater Heal potion vendor and comfortably margined expense account had saved him thus far, as evidenced by the assortment of bottles that lay strewn about the greenery they battled upon.  However, his supply was almost gone, and with each exchange of blows it was Musashi who fared the worse; unless he could receive some assistance, he feared he might not walk away from this conflict.

"Help!  Prithee, assist me against this vile creature!  Aaahhh…"

Sighing, Kagero turned around briefly from the tree where she was carving kindling, and without looking, slashed once with the skinning knife she was using to pare deadwood from the branches.  One slice into the neck of the surprised hind and the inoffensive woodland creature fell gurgling to the forest floor.

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"Now Mu, you have everything packed right?"

Musashi sighed.  How many times was his ridiculously overprotective mother going to go over his inventory?  Maybe he should have scheduled a different ship to the mainland of Sosaria… like a year later.

"I’m fine.  I have everything I’ll need.  I hear this is a rich and profitable place… surely my 100 gold coins, silly pathetic dagger and scant reagents will be enough for me."  Mu looked at his forlorn belongings and sighed.  These clothes he was being encouraged to wear, the short pants, short sleeved shirt and dopey shoes, were thought of as "typical Sosarian wear"; the more he thought about it, the more he thought he might as wear a big sign that said "Please Kill Me".

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