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"What should I do? I can't leave him here!" cried the worker in front of you. He didn't see you behind him.
You tapped him on the shoulder, and he squealed like a stuck pig. "You scared the heck outta me! Never do that again! I thought they were coming!" he exclaimed.
Fin
"Hey, you're %n%, right?" the worker asked, recognizing you.
"My name is Stoka. The Crimson Sawtooth Army and the Black Bone Pirates kidnapped my brother and me."
"They seek the magic stone in the temple and force us to work endlessly until we dig it up."
"We've become their slaves, doing their bidding day and night. Many others have died of exhaustion." Stoka shook his head.