In the Drunken Sailor tavern, three NPCs were listening to a madman, loudly gulping from time to time.
"R-really?!" The tavern owner cried out.
"Of course, a new era is coming. Whether you'll lead it or be left in the dust remains to be determined." Jack prophecized.
Right now, the world of Infinite was relatively undisturbed by the appearance of the Braves. Sure they wouldn't die easily, but they were so damn weak, poor, and lacking in numbers!
To the NPCs, the Braves were akin to rare migratory birds. Seeing them was a novelty, but it didn't really change much in their lives.
Jack spoke of the future, a future dominated by the immortal players that would grow stronger and stronger until they were uncontrollable. They'd get wealthier too!
He had bluffed the NPCs into submission but had followed the intimidation with sweet promises.
Why the hot sauce? There is a particular faction that really loves makeup, strong orchid perfume, and hot sauce. It's pretty much the only condiment they eat because their sense of taste is really bad.
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