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... of adventurers passed by them, deep in conversation.

"Did you hear about the fighter who teamed up with the Explosion Mage?" one of them asked, his voice low but eager.

"Oh, you mean the guy carrying the long heavy sword? The one everyone laughed at?"

"Yeah, turns out he’s actually a dual-class player!"

"No way," the other adventurer said, his tone skeptical. "What’s his second class?"

"Warrior, of course. Why else would he carry a long heavy sword? I hear ...

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