Option b

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Your mother nods sagely, "Freaky-deaky indeed," she murmurs, "There is only one thing for it. You must travel far in search of your brother. Go now ,for you must reach the next village before the light fails." You hurry back indoors, and pack for the journey that awaits you: a warm cloak, a small bag of money and that's it. You can take one more item with you. Do you pick...

Option a: a stubby and rusted sword, that is unable to kill even the most pathetic of foes?

Option b: an out-of-tune loot, owned, you're told, by a grandfather, who brought it back from a military campaign he was drafted into?

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