The hustle and bustle of everyday life echoes into your ears as you regain consciousness. The ground is soft, moist, and smells of rotten chicken. Your head pounds like it wants a new body, and you can't blame it. Ughhh... Maybe you had a few too many pints last night... But it's not every day you find an Orb of Deception just lying around in a gutter, you had to party hard after pawning that pricey goodie!
And here's where it got you, thrown out with the rest of the trash. Presumably. You slowly open your eyes to find out which heap you've ended up in today, and find yourself...
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