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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 830153" data-attributes="member: 2885">Liar, liar, pants are on fire.“Halt, who goes there?” Sabine called out from the Gate.“Dragonslayers,” Fiddle replied. He proudly displayed the hide he had taken from the Blue.A collective Ohh and Ahh came from the crowd just inside.The party made their way to Wulf’s inn. Veridian’s remains were deposited upstairs. Erin remained with the corpse and party’s gear. He began to sort out the shares. Fiddle went into the Common Room and began the tale of the Dragon’s End. Darian and Richter had other concerns. They took Hoardmaster with them to Eliar.Fiddle was just wrapping up his tale when Richter and Darian returned. A young female elf was with them. She had a very serious look on her face.“And that’s when I thrust my blade into the Dragon’s belly,” Fiddle finished. He turned to the others.“It is true,” Darian confirmed. “He landed the killing blow.” Richter nodded. “Uh, Fiddle, where is the scarab?”“Scarab?” Fiddle looked befuddled. “What’s that?”“We better do this someplace else,” the female elf hinted.Darian spoke with Wulf. He then turned to the hin and mumbled a prayer.“We are in a Zone of truth,” the priest said. “Fiddle, what have you done with Veridian’s scarab?”“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Fiddle replied. Everyone heard him.The lady elf begged again to take this elsewhere. Richter led everyone to the party’s room.</blockquote>

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