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Goban concentrates his will on the ring he's wearing, trying to will it to shine light again. Once again, the ring ignited with it's warm glow, but he still wasn't quite sure how the ring worked. 'That's what makes it magic, I guess' he though to himself.
'There, that's a little better' he said, shining the light all around the entrance, at the floors, statues, and ceiling, trying to find anything suspicious.
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