*Arturo steps off of the boat, the smell of pastries, wealth, and fire smoke fill his nostrils*. “Well, aye there, what brings me here? The pub, the fortune, who’s the one asking?”
The well dressed gentleman looks puzzled at the question, and asks “Can’t a fellow gent be polite in asking what brings you to the mainland?”
*Arturo stares deep into the man’s eyes* “I suppose so, I also found you a bit off mate....Let me tell ya, I see you at the pub, I will not be buying you a tank.”
*Before the man can reply to Arturo's remark, Arturo is already much ahead of him walking into the city*
*Arturo turns his head for a moment and yells* “Loosen up a bit mate! It seems like all you do is stand there repeating yourself all day!”
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