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Krazixs enters the room behind the others taking in the new surrondings and feeling himself relax slightly. Glancing at the feline lounging in it's chair the elf dismisses it from his mind fearing no threat. Stopping in front of the painting for a moment, Krazixs stares at a earthly beauty, whose essence seems captured perfectly in the painting. It gave him a strange feeling however the elf shrugs it off sensing nothing else particular about it. Running his hands along the shelves of books Krazixs idly skims over the titles. The scroll work on the binding is exquisite, great care must have gone into making such tomes. For some reason the books and the room put him in mind of Father Quadriel. As soon as his mind turned to it, something nagged at him. Something was pulling at his thoughts, perhaps it was that he felt there search for him has been for naught. Frowning, Krazixs turns back to the others to see if they have found anything.
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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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