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Seeing the elf turn the bats then drop to her knees, Father Quadrial used his staff to blow some of the remaining ones into leathery pieces.
Moving quickly to where D'Aleen kneeled he had a brief conversation with his 'gift'.
"If you have any use at all, you had better come through now or I will be dropping you in the nearest cravass I can find."
"That's no way to talk to a ..."
"Major league pain in the ass."
Reaching down the monk reached out to keep the elf from toppling over.
He was a bit surprised when the necklace sighed and then began pulsing with a quiet light.
The light flowed through the monks body and out from his fingertips.
Energy not his own was transfered into the beautiful elf.
"This had better work."
"Of course it will work, I am a finely crafted source of great magical power blessed by the gods ...."
"Shut up, I get the point."
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