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You search the surrounding area and you find apple

The bald man tosses Quaid an apple 🍎
“Relax, here take an apple. All our supplies are approve by the merchant guild”
He turns the box and shows a tax stamp
‘And I pay me taxes’
As he puts a hand on Quaid’s shoulder,
‘Try to enjoy the evening”
he puts an Ale in Quaid’s other hand. ‘on the house”

Quaid, for a split second, thinks "Hmmmm. Maybe we should move here." No, no, let's go talk to the Merchant's Guild.