Knights of Tezoth

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Unfortunately, the selection was limited, and you won't be able to stuff your pockets endlessly here.
so how will it work then?
- Having enough to equip the masses is already good, and where else can you find such gear nowadays, except by forging it yourself? Unless you get your hands on battle trophies! And that means a chance will come soon enough, - Vargas mechanically stroked the hilt of Goldreaver with his thumb. - So, are you in? We're gathering the whole round table here. We've been lounging in silence and peace for too long, time to shake off the rust, or we might just wither away entirely.
As much as your inventory can hold.

- The chance is right now. You see, old friend, I'd like to be part of the general cause, but I can't take it on until I resolve another matter. - The Knight of Gallant Valor tells his comrade about a certain beautiful singer named Zateya, who was very popular in a village near Frozenhop. According to the story, she served as a beacon of hope for the locals, but the Mantis didn't like that. She ordered the Knight of Alcove Frenzy to capture her and force her fellow villagers, under threat of torture, to do to her what had been done to many other poor souls of the region. - I want to bring this lady back to the light, you understand? We need to sneak in there quietly and do everything just right, and with luck, we might even strike down the scoundrel.

so how much can it hold?

- The Mantis again? What are you going to do when she's had her fill of blood and lets us go? Who raised her, where did she come from? We'll get your Zateya back. Are you sure you need her, in her current state? Honestly speaking, that's not an excuse — you gave an oath back in the day. You can be called upon at any moment, and that moment has come. Can I just walk away from my duties, saying my delivery never arrived or something? But fine, to sneak in, we need to account for many factors — your general appearance, it shouldn't be too flashy, and your stride — you're used to walking like an elephant, making the very ground sink beneath you, but you need to be like a cheetah, and it's better to pick a darker time of day, and we need to poison their drinking water supply in advance. Say they don't even drink water but booze instead, so we should slip them something to knock them out. That's exactly how battles are fought, and what else can be done here? And as for the scoundrel, it's high time he got a taste of the hospital's innards. We won't shortchange him on that.

My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.

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