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Darghon shakes his head, his ears ringing from the traps noise.. "Barh.. damn this hearing.." Darghon coming back to reality finally notices that Attrah on his shoulder is flailing around wanting to get off. Darghon puts Attrah on his feet feeling relieved that the weight on his shoulders is now gone..
Darghon wanders over to the trap and then notices the hand.. "Krazixs.. it would seem not little elf.." Darghon picks up Sparrows blade.. "Why... argh.." Darghon starts to flinch and only those of magic can sense the energy from around them being drawn in... "Why did we come here.. why was I sent here.. have we all be brought to our doom" In almost an instance he changes to and from his 'were' form his aura glowing with surge of magical power..
Darghon closes his eyes.. concentrating he calms himself like the elders taught him. The energy stops flowing into him.. Darghon slumps on the ground only to get up composing himself once more.. "I'm sorry about that..." Darghon looks to the ground remembering the words of the elders.. he feels ashamed..
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Can you see me grin grin grrriiiiinnnning?!
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