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A stifled shriek echoed in the stillness of the caverns . Anhara, a local shop owner in the small town of Mertis, stared in shock at her doorway. There was a man there, equipped with the highest quality armor, magic and weaponry that Avernum could offer, however, they were not of high quality condition. His Mithral Chain Mail, the most valuable hunk of wearable metal in all of Avernum, was barely existent. It was melted through in many places by various spells, traps, and acids. His Blessed Helm was falling off, it had been cracked in half, then glued together using fungus. His Gauntlets of Might were now no more than a few strips of leather