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Carefully scanning the walls, floor and ceiling Father Quadrial remembered back to his days as a tunnel rat.
He had spent a fair amount of his early teen years digging under the walls of castles and other fortifications.
He often wondered if that was why he had put on the weight so he wouldn'g be small enough to crawl into those dank holes.
At least here you could stand up.
While he appreciated the knight taking point, he had learned a long time ago that being in the middle wasn't always much safer.
The light provided by the torch and the wizards was comforting.
The only really distracting thing was the way the the new rosery was speaking to him.
Words of comfort none the less but he had never had objects talk to him before.
That and the elves butt was rather cute.
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