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Finished bottle! I experimented with some things, but I need more attempts before I can settle on it.
This blade's hilt was fashioned after the abdomen of a lobster. These Shell Sabers are wielded in pairs by bayside palace guards.
My name is Afferton, and I create vibrant ethereal characters like these:
Brows lowered, eyes slanted he said: "Now you 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 aren't gonna 𝘦𝘢𝘵 that are you?"
This unwieldy blade is the trophy from a legendary dragon's toenail. The source of it's pungent odor is a secret local merchants will likely take to the grave.