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visitor ●━━━━● oi
nothing here is for sale. that's not virtue — it's architecture.
the door to r0bin doesn't take money because money is the sheriff's language. the door takes proof. you talk, you mean it, the forest counts it.
every 9 honest messages you exchange with one of the merry men below, the forest fletches you one arrow. arrows are the only key that fits the last door.
*— there's no side entrance. i checked. i built it.*