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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Voadam" data-source="post: 2877074" data-attributes="member: 2209">Hael waits in line with the party scowling, having returned with his flying beast.Having received no response to his inquiry about magic sacks Hael had flown off to the cavern roof, dripping drider head in tow. Stowing the prize in an extra sack he had mounted the great cave bat and launched from the rocky ceiling, its fifteen foot wingspan taking mount and rider in great sweeping flight along the upper reaches of the cavern where the duergar scout could gain a clear perspective. While his leg throbbed the dwarf ignored the pain and focused on seeing the action below. Since no pursuit from levitating or flying drow was imminent and nobody shot at him he focused on the party. When he saw them lining up publicly for the exit he decided not to wait for the mist as that plan seemed abandoned, so he joined them. The sack though is dripping a little from its contents as it hangs from the back of the bat.</blockquote>