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[FelixtheCats]

>Go to the tavern to rethink your life, its two-fer night, perhaps a certain shack-owner will be there....

[Cheddarius]

You do not have lockpicking skills.
You hit the shack. You hurt your fist.
It is not two-fer night. You have no idea what two-fer night is.
You go to the tavern anyway. It is empty, except for the barman.

[Tarran]

I meant BASH the wall down, not PUNCH the wall down.

[Neyvn]

One sec...

Examine oneself. Are we strong or skiny weak???
Remind oneself of who we are, what kind of person we are...
Remind oneself of our skills and our talents...
Remind oneself of where we are and its local surroundings...
Remind oneself on How we got to the city. Or if we were born to it...

Remind oneself, and oneself being the voices in our head telling us to do stupid things that we are not an almighty hero of the world who can smite every single being in one fell swoop... Though in our dreams it might be otherwise...

[FelixtheCats]

Remind oneself to inquire about two-fer night

[Cheddarius]

You bash the wall down with all your might! You hurt your shoulder.
You examine yourself. You are normal.
You are a normal person. You do not have any special skills.
You are in the city of Great Lactosia, which is going to soon be sieged by the Enigmorons. You are in the Commercial District. To the east is the town square.
You were born in the town, like everyone else.
You babble to yourself quietly, saying something about heroes.

You inquire about two-fer night. The barman looks at you oddly.

[Neyvn]

Seeing as we are born from this town, whats the layout of it, we should already have a mental map of it...
Does it have walls, why would it be targeted by a force, why would someone defend it...

Do we have a home in the town. What would be located there. What is our profession...

After all that thinking, and other things, head back to the Commander, and offer yourself as an extra hand. Perhaps you can be of aid to him...

[FelixtheCats]

 >Inquire to the barkeep as to the whereabouts of any rake's, roustabouts, cutpurses or other purveyors of the arts of ill-fain willing to help defend the realm
 >Suggest the barkeep implement two-fer Tuesdays to help fill up his empty bar

[Cheddarius]

There is the town square. To the north of that is the town wall. To the west, the commercial district. To the east, the housing district. To the southeast, the Iron Hills. To the southwest, Gillitie Woods.
It has walls, but they will not help much. You don't know why you're being attacked. The men are defending it because it is their only chance to live.
You offer your services to the commander, but he does not have extra equipment, and you are not well-trained. Perhaps you would be better looking thoroughly around the town.

The barkeep has no idea what you are talking about.
He considers two-fer Tuesdays, but decides there's not much point as the town will be destroyed in five days.

[FelixtheCats]

>Mosey_To/ General Store
>Whistle/ Haunting refrain

[Cheddarius]

You do so.

[FelixtheCats]

Pontificate_on/ what goods you may need for your coming ordeals
Inquire_ShopKeep/ About the incredibly fist-resistant shack

[Cheddarius]

You don't know what you'll need.
The shopkeeper doesn't know what you're talking about.

[FelixtheCats]

Look_Around
Thoroughly_Investigate_Wares

[Cheddarius]

You are in the general store.