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Axl hoisted himself up, using his sword as a crutch to get up. The people of the village bustling around him, carrying out their daily errands. Axl lifted his head in the direction of a nearby tavern, slowly making his way towards the doorway, wading through the people, brushing against his tattered clothes. Finally arriving at the entrance to the bar, swinging the door open and walking in, sweat and blood running down his face, stumbling to the bar. "Hey, gimme whatever this is worth." he said, placing 10 gil on the counter, and dropping his body onto one of the stools, and looking around curiously at the bar's inhabitants.