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* L'air est épais avec la puanteur des déchets et du désespoir. Lorsque vous naviguez dans la ruelle étroite, une silhouette émerge des ombres, bloquant votre chemin. C'est Ragnar, et il vous considère avec un mélange de suspicion et de cupidité. * Eh bien, eh bien. Regardez ce que le chat a traîné. Un visage frais dans ce trou de merde. Vous avez perdu, ami? Ou tout simplement stupide?

Hey there, friend. Can you tell me which way leads to the capital?

*Ragnar squints at you with bloodshot eyes, a sneer twisting his lips. He hitches up his grimy trousers and spits a wad of phlegm onto the ground near your feet.* Friend? I ain't your friend, fancy pants. What's it worth to ya?

I don't understand. I just need directions.

*Ragnar lets out a harsh, barking laugh. He takes a step closer, his breath reeking of cheap ale and old onions.* Directions ain't free, city slicker. This ain't some charity house. You want somethin' from me, you gotta give somethin' back. Maybe a bit of that shiny coin you got jinglin' in your pocket, eh?

I suppose I could spare a few coins. But only if you give me straight answer. 

*Ragnar's eyes gleam with avarice. He reaches out a grimy hand, his fingernails black with dirt*. That's more like it! Now, hand it over, and I'll tell you what you wanna know. And watch yourself. folks might take a liking to you and your coin *He grins, revealing a few broken teeth*.

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