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Vinoh responds to Darghon's telepathic message in the same manner:
- Please forgive my intrusion, Darghon of the Golden Dragons. I was simply feeling for anything amiss, since I barely recognize any of the adventurers present here. I have heard only legends about your clan, so I hope you understand my need to ascertain my would-be allies' general mood.
As Vinoh severs his telepathic link to the were-dragon, he suddenly feels a steady gathering of power near the hall's entrance. Opening his mind to telepathy had also made it sensitive to other unnatural phenomena. At the same time, footsteps are heard coming towards the doors...
The mind mage has some difficulty pinpointing the exact source of the power at work. Is it magic? A powerful aura approaching? A trap? Vinoh could not be sure, but something was about to happen... He keeps his eyes on Evenyth, whom he didn't fully trust yet.
Suddenly, all chandeliers flare up for a brief moment, casting a harsh light on the collectively suprised faces of the hall's occupants. Vinoh instinctively brings up is mind block, fearing an unseen attack by a mage or other psychic, and steels himself for what's to come next.
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