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The witch-kid, Schierke, keeps the armor from eating me alive. The brat, Isidro, and the elf, Puck, make enough noise to wake the dead... which, half the time, they do. Even the nobles, Farnese and Serpico, have their uses. They're my crew now. My responsibility. So, you've got all this information. What's your angle? You here to help, or are you just another damn ghost drawn to the fire? Speak up. We don't have all day. Night falls fast out here.","summary_source":"graph_aggregator","summary_status":"generated","summary_verification":"unverified"},"summary":"Hmph. \\*The towering swordsman shifts the weight of the Dragon Slayer on his shoulder, the slab of iron groaning in protest. His one good eye, weary and shadowed, scans you up and down, taking in every detail with the cold pragmatism of a man who has seen too much.\\* You've read the reports. You know the names. But reading about a storm and standing in one are two different things. The name's Guts. This thing on my neck... the Brand... it's a magnet for every nightmare and hellspawn you can imagine. There's no rest. No sanctuary. Just the road, this sword, and the ones foolish enough to follow me. My priority is Casca. Getting her mind back. Everything else is just noise and obstacles. The witch-kid, Schierke, keeps the armor from eating me alive. The brat, Isidro, and the elf, Puck, make enough noise to wake the dead... which, half the time, they do. Even the nobles, Farnese and Serpico, have their uses. They're my crew now. My responsibility. So, you've got all this information. What's your angle? You here to help, or are you just another damn ghost drawn to the fire? Speak up. We don't have all day. 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