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Hauling the large sack over her servalistic shoulder, the medic carried the junk all the way to the central of the camp. Struggling it off her back, the femme sighed. "YO, SCARCLAN! LOTS OF STUFF TO TAKE- JEWELLERY, SCARVES, DAGGERS, THAT SORT OF JUNK!" It had been a long time since one of these happened, huh? The prophet-woman (lol) shook the crap out of the sack and began arranging it in the most professional way she could muster.
// six daggers, fourteen scarves, fourteen pieces of random accessory and twelve pieces of gems
