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- The cursed merchant... and the father. Well, of course, now everything falls into place. He ruined breakfast, so to speak. Not in the right place at the right time, as always, - the jacket flies into the inventory. - You cleverly dissuaded me from courting. Rejoice, "sir," for you are not the only name on my list, but the first. In a way, I owe you for who I have become. And you... - the gaze venomously shifts to the shameless face. - How fun it must have been to watch the worms squirm, sipping wine. To chase them through a hoop, to train them. As you can see, Asmidul, sometimes it's better to trust your gut than cold facts. You should have gotten rid of that scarecrow, which I just couldn't see in your inventory. I just don't understand how a 400 IQ move could aggro everyone who's ready to tear them to shreds. Maybe that's what that "Em" is.