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Krazixs looks at Kentelos with a sorrow filled gaze.
"Kentelos, you are right, however I cannot let you kill this man without finding out more about him."
Looking at the party who view Krazixs' actions with speculation, the small elf looks very small and afraid.
"Some people here are slaves rather than servants. . . I know. . ."
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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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