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Looks around the small and fully-packed room.
"Huh. Sephiroth and his minions. Huh."
Catching sight of all the steel, Dromar slowly unsheathes his twin scimitars, dangerously flashing them at each patron.
"None of you. Or," looks at the big swords, "your swords will stop my path. Go on about your business and no one gets hurt." |
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