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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ScorpiusRisk" data-source="post: 5024350" data-attributes="member: 41601">As the tiefling is about to go, Hadrak grab is arm firmly.-''One last thing.  You seem eager for me to face whatever i sunder that trap door.  Feels to me like you'd be happy for all the trouble it would cause.  Are you making a power play?  I don't even mind doing your dirty work if it coincides with completing my quest and screwing with these damn merchants.  But you will tell me what we'll be facing down there.'' The tielfing looks at Hadrak oddly as if seeing him anew. His nose wrinkles up as if an odd odor had entered the room. "I don't think we understand each other priest. You go find you're forged friend and you will be doing the merchants a favor."Still very wounded, Qynn asks the cleric: "Not wanting to sound whiny, but can you somehow help me?"[sblock=ooc]This interlude counts as a short rest. You can spend healing surges and regain encounter powers.[/sblock]Suddenly, the double doors, down the main isle, in the audience. Out steps a short, hat human who seems very flustered. Sweat already lines his face, and his eyes dart all over the place. A warforged, the same that Hadrak, Sheng and Qynn met at the front, steps in behind him seeming much more in control. The human flaps his arms as he shouts out."What is going on here?! Whooo arrre you people?"</blockquote>