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Father Quadrial watches rubs his butt as he watches first a man die at his feet then the party start climbing up toward the tomb.
He has never had a great affinity for the divine so when the he found himself slowly walking toward the caves where the elf had been hiding the monks only thought was evil magic.
But he felt too right, too much in control for the force to be evil.
Like he was being lead but had the choice to walk away if he wanted.
Walking into the cave he couldn't understand how the elf had managed to survive in such a dark, dank place with sharp rocks and where the only way to get around was on your hands and knees.
The cross on the tip of his staff began to glow as he pressed deeper into the darkness.
The it grew so bright it hurt his eyes.
Looking into a crevasse in the rocks Father Quadrial tried to figure out why a brass ring would be attached to the rock.
Reaching out he pulled on the thick ring only to have the rock move, swinging aside to reveal a small cavern.
"My friends, come quick. There is great magic here." The father bellowed with all the voice his massive lungs carried.
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