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Chapter 7 by Nickdawgthedawgydawg

Where do you think you'll get answers?

The Guardsman Outpost, most likely.

Since the guards are a part of the royal army, they must have some knowledge of the artifacts whereabouts. You walk up to the cloth that hangs where a door would be, only to be stopped by a middle aged looking guard stepping through the cloth.

"Can I help you, boy?" he asks. His voice is deep and chocolaty, though you don't love his tone. You may be young, but you're no boy. You still need answers from him, so you'll let it slide. No point in getting yourself thrown in jail for arguing with a guardsman.

"Uh, yeah. The King's declaration this morni-" You're cut off. "Yes of course, I knew someone'd be 'round askin' 'bout that. Look, if you want information on the pieces, know that it don't come free." He says with a sniff. This statement perplexes you, all the guards live rather cushy lives, you don't know what more he could want.

"I don't have much." "Oh, ya got plenty. See, th'boys don't get much company out here. lotta lonely nights n' pent up members." The guard is eyeing you up now, nodding his head as he does. "Now, if'n th'boys were fuckin' each other, that could get problematic. Feelin's could get involved, work'd stop gettin' done. That's where you come in. You help relieve my men of some of their frustration 'n stress, I tell you exactly where the artifact pieces are said t'be.

Deal?"

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