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-- Bah, you're all like rats in a barrel, show some dignity! -- straightening his shoulders in a modest attempt to imitate Akkad Babburu, Ushumgallu pushes his way through the crowd towards the administration building. If possible, he will address someone insignificant among the employees/soldiers; if not, he will address the Protector. -- What a day, huh? It's like escaping a sinking ship, only no one is even planning to sink yet. I was actually going to ask for a place to stay, but maybe my help is needed here instead?
Soon, Ushumgallu has a room at his disposal.
"Brother." What a pity he wasn't here the day before - he would have definitely shared the usual vibe.
Bowing to the one and only master, he goes outside and takes a cigarette. The familiar smoke is unusually tasteless - it doesn't give him a buzz, nor even a bitter taste in his mouth. Not even finishing half of it, he puts it out - he might as well quit for good.
In an attempt to kill some time, he goes to the adventurers' guild.
- Are you a member or do you need help?