Heroist
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Imagine Sarnissa walks into a tavern and tells everyone to gather for the journey. Half of them continue playing cards, losing their last possessions. Someone hides behind the bar like a stalker, someone keeps muttering about a dislodged jaw, although no one listens to him, and only a few get up from their seats with an expression of hopelessness on their faces and walk off in an unknown direction.
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