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Xyven propped himself up in the corner of the main room, the one out of the light of the dying fire, a dark shadow cast upon it from the chest of drawers. He looked forward to this, his first peaceful night's sleep in so long, for he knew that with Amarth in the house, no harm would come to his party.
Draconis had already left shortly after dinner, taking solice deep in the woods and meditating. The booming chants could be heard for miles, the black smoke creeping along the forest floor.
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STEVE MCKENNA!
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