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*Watches you from a distance, then approaches you* Your blade seems to be of extremely high quality. May I ask the origins of such a thing?
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You can ask. *points it at you* But you won't always get an answer. *he examines his knife* It's an ebony and steel mix, bonded by the shadows. Passed on from generations and generations.
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I see... Well, why don't we play a quick game? An answer for an answer. Do you agree?
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I agree.
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Ask me a question, and I shall answer.
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Who are you ?
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Someone who is very intrigued by you. Unless you would like me to be specific, that is my answer.
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May I ask you a question, now? That question is redundant, now.
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Fire away.
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Okay. What is your purpose for visiting the dojo?
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It felt right.
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You are very odd, I must say...
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Not sure if I should be offended or not.
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That depends solely on your interpretation.
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I'll let it slide.
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Thank you, my friend. Until we meet again. *Bows, then walks away*
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*nods*