SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE
"So, uh, where can I get a rifle, some silver-coated bullets, and maybe a vat of liquid silver? Asking for a friend."
The soldier blinks at me, his eyes glazed over as my mind control takes effect. "The armory, of course," he says in a monotone voice. "You'll find everything you need there."
The soldier blinks again. "But, liquid silver is pretty rare," he says in a robotic tone, like a possessed encyclopedia. "But I know that a skilled metalsmith could do the job, if you've got the funds."
I wave my hand dismissively. "Don't worry about the money," I say, my voice echoing with confidence. "Just point me to the nearest smithy, would you?"
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