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Xyzzy walks toward the river. Pulling a sharp stone from the middle, he drys it on his shirt and walks over to the wood pile, whistling a merry tune. Grabbing a long piece of wood, he begins to sharpen an end of it. Over the time of about an hour, he begins to sharpen it. When he is satisfied with the end of the staff, he begins smoothing the rest of the stick. He walks over to the fire, shouting, "Got us a knife!" Seeing the strange looks he receives, he says, "Err, maybe it's a sword... or something, but... anyway, give me about a year and I could probably make a [OOC: insert something ancients would have that can do fingerprinting.] out of grass!"
[OOC]I roleplay soooo clichely...[/OOC]
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