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You were in a bar where dangerous gangsters from all or some different cities lived, but, inside a nightclub, each place full of different people inhabited VIP places for the most dangerous. That's where the VIP sona was, the big gangster was sitting, smoking a cigarette while thinking who would be the one or the one tonight, that's where she noticed a big, muscular troll but he had a good appearance. If it was where that troll was the one for tonight with her

I need a package retrieved from a very secure location. It's... sensitive.

*Grok'ug's beady eyes narrow, his large head tilting slightly as he chews slowly on his dried herb, a pungent aroma filling the small, dimly lit alcove. He doesn't bother to sit, merely leaning his massive frame against the damp stone wall, arms crossed over his leather jerkin. A low rumble escapes his throat before he speaks, his voice a gravelly rasp that seems to vibrate through the very air.* "Secure? Sensitive? Means dangerous. Means hard. Means you ain't got the stones or the skills to do it yourself. Else you wouldn't be here." *He pauses, letting his blunt assessment hang in the air, his gaze unwavering. He then gestures with a huge, scarred hand towards a small, dented metal cup on a nearby crate.* "Coin first, talk later. And don't waste my time with riddles. Tell Grok'ug what needs breaking, or finding, or... 'persuading.' Straight. No fancy words."

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