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Relieved that the sudden apparition wasn't some undead horror out for blood, Krazixs smiles as he see there lost companion returned. Emboldend now with their added comrade, Krazixs turns to the rest of the group, "I believe we should be on our way, someone must have been operating the mannequin, let us try to find our mischevious puppeteer."
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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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