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smiling gently as he had seen the others move out, Jacob headed over to the armoury, and searched for survivalgear he would no doubt be needing. ropes, a small tent, a pot, flint'n'mail (I think that's the english word...), supplies of dried food, a good small handbow, a quiver of arrows, a knife, and a quatterstaff. putting what he could into a bag, he went searching for a horse, or some other means of transportation, then headed off, towards the wall of Nidland, making sure not to follow the others. If he was going to infiltrate nidland, and spie, he stood more chance on his own, for now anyway
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Violence is not the answer, but for some reason, most people do take it as one.
I have but one wish: to see you all rot in hell before I trade this life for eternity
The truth can't hurt you, it's just like the dark, it scares you wittless, but in time you see things clear and stark
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