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"You know I can raise the dead?
"Well not really raise the dead but I can sort of help the almost dead.
But not very often."
The rosery was starting to be annoying so Father Quadrial kept focused on the way the bow and quiver bounced up and down on the female elfs behind.
"I'm very powerful.
There is nothing that can hurt you now.
Well maybe trolls, or ogres. And the undead I can't protect you too much there. Oh yea, and the really big monsters can't help you there. But if it's a little monster...."
As the party entered the room the stones around his neck went silent for a moment then started up again.
"Evil, theres a whole bunch of evil. It's right over there. Over to the left....no my left. I mean I think there's evil. Sort of."
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