{Promises are made to be broken only when it suits everyone involved}
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"Is the identifier broken?" Ray heard the man ask in a weirdly strange accent which made Ray to breathe a sigh of relief,
"Why did the blaring alarm ring? We could hear it miles away on our way here,"
"We'll get that fixed B-rank Henry," the woman behind the counter replied getting on her feet, bowing a little along with her partner the moment the group filled with tall and muscled men brandishing various lengths of swords and axes at their back got to the counter,
The man and woman were still attending to the group when the large sack that was being dragged was suddenly deposited right in the middle of the counter and the content was being slowly torn open when a strange thought suddenly occurred to Ray,
