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13 lines
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Giving a Comb
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You hold a finely carved wooden comb in your hands. It is a comb you have
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made yourself, the masterpiece that gave you full rights in the guild. You
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are sacrificing not only its monetary value, but its value to you
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personally.
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You place the comb next to the knife, say a few words asking Arattavesh to
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accept your payment, and walk back to the door to the sanctum. A priest
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sprinkles water on you, and closes the heavy door after you step outside.
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