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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 830253" data-attributes="member: 2885">The old rat bastard switcherooAs the party entered the room; Erin stood, bowed, and introduced himself.“Alia,” the lady elf replied. “Veridian was my brother.”“What can we do for you?” Erin asked.“I’m looking for my brother’s things,” Alia continued. “And one item in particular, a scarab.”Everyone but Erin looked at Fiddle.“Can you describe this scarab and what it does?” Erin ignored the others.“I could, but it is a long story,” Alia answered.When no one said anything more, Alia told her tale. Well, Veridian’s tale really. (I’ll let biorph fill you in) Darian and Richter prepared a meal and refreshments for the party as the story unfolded. Fiddle made himself comfortable. He checked his pack.“Fiddle,” Erin said when Alia was done. “Give Alia the scarab.”“I don’t have it,” Fiddle remarked.“We already cast a Zone of truth on him,” Darian mentioned.Alia started to move towards the hin. “Shake it out of him.”“Try it,” Fiddle grabbed his blades.Erin calmly went over to the packs. He rummaged thru his own, then Richter’s, and Darian’s. The scarab spilled out of Darian’s pack.<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f631.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":eek:" title="Eek!    :eek:"  data-smilie="9"data-shortname=":eek:" /></blockquote>