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Letting out a long sigh of relief, for the fact that he was not to do any sort of flying, Krazixs hoists his staff and prepares to enter the tomb. For the first time that he can remember he felt excited. He was going to this place that had been a sort of calling to him, he was going to find out something. . . .He just wished he knew what that something was.
Looking around at the rest of the party starting to get ready, Krazixs edges closer to Father Quadrial. For some reason Krazixs felt drawn to the portly priest, something had struck a cord and the elf hoped to learn something about himself from him.
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The Kender in your party has just screamed in fear. Please roll a d20 to see how many of your body parts are still identifiable.
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