Dakkareth
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It can't hurt. Merion throws Hazrael an expectant look and focuses his attention on walls and ceiling himself."Should we search for secret doors before moving on?"
Not that I will find anything. Ah well.
Seeing nothing out of the ordinary the wizard shrugs, sending his cloak into convulsions almost as if it was alive. Oblivious he produces a small flask from one of his belt pouches and takes a sip. Ahhh!
[OOC:
Not a potion or anything, just elven ice spirit. Think 'fruity spirit that is always chilly'
EDIT: I say, we move on. *hint hint* 


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