Frowning, Gustiv walks away from the merchant, who is smirking, knowing he was ripped off for that diamond he just pawned, yet stows the coins away anyhow, sighing. At this point, he has amassed over 40,000 gold, and his riches only climb higher with each foe slain, and each bandit camp raided. By this time in his life, all the fighting and defending of the towns around this area have morphed him into a capable fighter, strong and smart in battle. Yet, it seems he wants somthing more. Rumors have been heard of his gold perhaps going into funding an organization of some sorts, as he has been seem looking for estimates on the cost of building a lodge of some kind. It may be unclear exactly what he has planned, as he yet knows for sure himself, but he has come to a simple conclusion: To protect the various peoples better, he's going to need some help.
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