[Given how much Altair'd talked about missing his friends, it's a surprise he's waited this long to send a message from home, but he is. It looks like he's in some sort of well-lit medieval-style house, though it's dark in there right now and it's hard to see much other than Altair
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A-- are you trying to sell me something, ghosts? I mean I know you guys like being a pain in the ass but this is just ridiculous.
You haven't even given us money to buy anything with. And, you know, keep giving us really weird shit when we take things from the convenience store. Is this some sort of bizarre joke? Do I just not get the humor of the undead?
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I am not buying any clothing you're trying to sell me, ghosts. I don't even know why you waited until I got home to start trying to sell me stuff. Wouldn't it make sense to ... you know, not wait until I had other options?
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Lie, are you okay?
[Mentally, he reminds himself that he needs to go shopping again. He's already called in a few favors and gotten himself some proper equipment; a set of chainmail, a nice, magical mace, and a small shield.]
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We do need to go shopping over the next few days, though. I have a few more favors to call in and some people who owe me things, and I think we'd better be prepared before we don't have the chance to. Did you get anything from Vaduz?
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[Hayden sounds mildly entertained. It's very, very hard not too, when the world resembles something out of a fantasy game.]
Well, at least they let us go home at all. Proves they're not entirely bad.
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[What those preparations might be is anyone's guess, though. Well, okay, Lie will find out; other people not so much, unless they pop in and their name doesn't rhyme with "Plutonic Order".]
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