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Lots42 puts on the medallion and tucks it under his silk shirt. It seems
to suffuse his chest with a pleasing warmth. Later he would find that it
also has destroyed his abillity to regrow chest hair. But that's later. For now he is entering the pub and...a very large harp has just landed on his head. It shatters into thousands of toothpicks. Lots42 stumbles to the side...shakes his head, pushes off from a grungy merc and stands back up. He is fine! "Whoa." he said. "Anyone get the permit number of that cart?" What had happened anyway?
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