Exhausted Krazixs rises from the side of the cot.
"Well we've done all we can, I suggest we catch a quick breather while we wait for Sexodus to recooperate."
Walking over to Da'leen, the elf takes the dagger from his belt, the dagger that was found in the chest with XianXian.
"Here Da'leen, take this." He flips the dagger over and hands it hilt first to D'aleen. The blade is black as obsidion with a silver center and in the pommel a raised graphic of a skull split down the center. The dagger seems to absorb the darkness around them.
"Next time you need a weapon in close quarters, this one will surely suit your need, especially in this place. The knife is old and whoever it's previous owner was, surely they fought the darkness even as we do now. You will find it invaluable against undead, as it's edge is keen enough to sever even the unnatural life that animates the denziens in this place."
As the elf turns to find a place to rest something catches his attention. The ring that D'Aleen holds seems to emanate a magical aura.
"D'Aleen would you mind if I examined your ring? It seems to me that some magical properties are inherint in it."
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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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