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The monk bites the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning in pain and nods at the wizards request to help.
The fierce battle cry of the half orc draws his attention and watchs, quite impressesed by the way the he butchers the huge bird.
First the claws, then the wings and finally the neck.
With the severing of the neck a number of glittering gems pour from the gizzard.
This is how the cloud roc could grind the bones and armour of the knights he swallowed.
The monk is thankful that he only has a broken arm and is not dinner for the huge bird.
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