As you wander down the streets of whatever godforsaken town you happen to be in, you feel a cold breeze slap you across the the cheeks of your face. You look ahead and notice a large poster stuck onto the brick wall of the public house. On it is a picture of man in a shinnying red uniform with a long curly waxed moustache. On his head, he wears a black tricorn and in his right hand, a steel blade. The poster reads:
"YOU SIR! WHY ARE YOU NOT AT
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BE A MAN. DIE FOR ARLESION."
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