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Goliad Brawnlimb

{Inventory}
"Of course my friend, ask away."

[Weapons]
"These exquisite armaments are fists turned hand-shaped weaponry due to the tutelage of my older brothers. As long as hands still odorn his arms, a Brawnlimb is never without the promise of purpose!"

[Armor]
"Hah! If I had the mone-, err I mean a Brawnlimb need only rely on his thick skin!"

[Clothing]
"Unfortunately, if I do not wear these trousers while in public I will be imprisoned. A Brawnlimb never repeats a mistake! And proper footwear keeps one's foundation steadfast, like these boots which have served me well."

[Pack]
"*Sigh* I remain in bewilderment as to why to this day, but occasionally the prestige of my physique is not always appreciated. This shirt is for such times. Ah yes, and this thesaurus is one of the greatest companions I have ever known."