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“Pl-lease.” You say grabbing the vial from this hand. Shakily you uncork the bottle before tipping the bottle up dumping its contents into your mouth. It tastes similar to stale ale while staying bubbly. It’s not as good as the last dose you had. Drinking the last of it, you feel the headache subside and your strength slowly return.

“See a junkie like I said, you just gotta speak their language.” The raspy man says to the other.

Junkie? No I’m supposed to be an adventurer. What am I doing?

“Help her up. It’s going to be a while until she’s stable again.” Both men take you under the arms and help you as the three of you walk down the alley. After a while you approach a door with a man standing guard outside.

“Got a fresh one Ricco, boss in?” the raspy man asks the door guard.

“Fuck look at her, I hope she’ll service the staff.” Ricco says getting lost in thought. “Oh yeah the boss. He just finished his shit so you can go up and see him.” He moves allowing you entry as you progress forward. You head up the stairs and come to the door of what seem likes an office.