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*Whilst checking for replies and replacing his current listings on the boards at Kampo's, Burntbeard would tear a copy of the Armifera Fatum posting off the board, read it over once more, then snort and comment to himself* "...Them demons 'av nay ever felt heat until they gets an introducin' ter me nades." *He would stuff the notice in one of his many pockets and head off towards the carts, the ceramic and metal hulls of his grenades clinking against one another with each step.*

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