You encounter a ragged individual carrying a writing case and a satchel overflowing with parchment and slate. You have no idea who this mysterious hooded figure is. Their voice, distorted by distress, pleads for your help:
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“Please, buy my novel parchments. Support the cause of scribes and writers mired in poverty, so that we can produce many new stories for your entertainment. Even 10 coins will help us...”
Okay... Um... Go back to the Memorized number?