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Property	Value
rdfs:label	Look for the Portly Assassin
rdfs:comment	From: [[]] There aren't many twenty-stone bruisers in these parts. [Find the rest of the story at ]
dcterms:subject	Trimmed
Success title	Meeting a certain gentleman
Failure title	Colourful local dialect
BroadDiff	120
Failure description	The urchin girl gnaws on a rat-flank and looks at you as if you'd grown a second head. 'Wot, up here? You're 'avin a larf, aint'cha?'
From Card/Storylet title	The Portly Assassin
Success description	The Portly Assassin shelters from a bat-storm in the lee of a swaying shack.[...] He says, 'That's close enough. I'm sure we can talk a bit, but there's no need to get friendly.' You agree. He has the kind of hands that throttle horses. To business.
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Description	There aren't many twenty-stone bruisers in these parts.
abstract	From: [[]] There aren't many twenty-stone bruisers in these parts. [Find the rest of the story at ]