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Fael looks up for a moment, then starts laughing."Mental mind games, cute," he says then looks towards D'Aleen,"You are wise in your mistrust, but you think if I was really a spy, I'd reveal myself now, not somewhere in the tunnels? Or somewhere upon the mountain? When you'd be more vunerable." Looking at the elf in front of him, he walks away from him, after which he produces a length of rope from a pack concealed well within his dark cloak. Dropping the rope for a moment, he grasps the middle of his staff, closes his eyes for a moment. After a brief second, a fire seems to engulf the middle of his staff. Soon after the fire dies down, he opens his eyes, and chuckles. Within his hands, his staff has split into two parts that he stashs within his cloak. Bending down, he picks his rope back up, and starts climbing the mountain.
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