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When spoken to, he sounds bitter at first, referring to local unrest: "Bird-people, unsavory sellswords, and dung in the streets. This Kozanset is a shaveskin paradise, yes?" Then he comes to his senses, "Ha! Lucky for you, I sell many blades. Have a look."