I keep moving, the dog follows me. One of its gross heads licks my hand. I ignore it. As long as it doesn't b1te me, I'm good in my mind. We keep moving, mind that I put we. This dog won't stop following me. Just looking at all those heads. Eugh. I do my best to ignore the occasional lick. Then finally, I see the town entrance. I walk up to the shabby doors connected to the walls surrounding the place. Like that will keep the Worshipers out. "Ram!" The man at the door greets me. He has many eyes, many arms, and scars. Kind of resembles a spider. "Yeah, yeah, Cliff" I roll my eyes, reaching in my makeshift bag for the carving to get in. It is a small piece of wood, with a symbol carved in. You need to use it to get in. I don't know why, I have been here hundreds of times. Cliff takes it. Then he saw the dog. He grabs a w3pon. "What is that monster?!" One of his arms was grasping a spear, another a w3pon I didn't recognize. "Hey, Cliff!" I take the two arms holding w3pons and hold them down. "Like you can be talking, Eyes, the dogs with me, got it?" I eye him. He lowers his w3epons. Still grasping the spear. Cliff lets me and the dog go in. Sweet sweet town. Never had a name, just 'Town' It wasn't even a town really. A ton of survivors, some merchants. A b@r not many went too. I was looking for someone who ran that place, Silt. Old buddy, haven't talked in awhile. They used to be with the Worshipers. I got them out. They don't remember anything though. No matter how many times we begged them for answers. The dog barks at something, a merchant. Big elf ears, and unappealing spikes running down her back. She is selling a crazy looking sw0rd I would love to my hands on! Now what to barter for it?
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