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I smile charmingly at the man, and confidently gaze around at the stunning bazaar, as if I had seen much better in the past and could create something twice as lovely with a snap of my fingers. However, my eyes involuntarily linger with fear at the small refuse piles and scurrying rats of the wharf. I stare the man in the eyes and answer, truthfully: “I want to enter this city and become the best man I can be. Trust me, you want that too. I hope that I can be useful to the people of this land.”