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Another day, another report of stray weasels causing trouble. This small town was a long ways off, not generally a place that had to deal with heavy weasel conflict or the influx of foreigners. Close enough to the capital to be out of major trouble, but not close enough for them to be strategically important. Weasel conflicts never followed strict battle lines, so for all he knew, one of the warlords had burrowed in or made an encampment to try and get another foothold. Or could just be some bandits causing trouble. Ishmael sighed, the large black-furred rat pulling out a small metal pipe and a lighter, packing in tobacco in a practiced motion before igniting the lighter with a flick of his fingers. He took a long draw before slowly exhaling, shaking his head. Expensive habit, especially in these lands, but it was a long trip out here, and any travel had a chance of running into hostile creatures, be it weasels, rats, mice, or perhaps something even more terrifying. He needed a little