>>5621807He never knew how many people were killed due to his words. His faulty armors and arms. The inefficient and misleading medicinal food and drinks. The unreliable rope and packets.
Over the years he operated, he caught the attention of similarly shady individuals. He was a hand that bought and sold many dangerous things, whether it be concoctions that can manipulate the mind or slaves that no one seems to care about.
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It was a day like any other in Cinderpath, a large town with a high mercenary presence. As night falls, he checks his inventory and prepared to sell the transparent, viscous liquid that can make people unconscious and remove memories.
A goblin came for him.
She stabbed him in the thigh and caused him to tumble down the stairs, breaking his arm.
When he tried to climb up and reach his room, his supply of high quality healing potions were swapped out with heavily diluted ones.
Glass shatters. His head was slammed into the floor. His face pummeled by the door.
It all goes dark.
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After that point, Pike cannot remember the last time he wasn’t wondering around looking for food.
