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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Quickleaf" data-source="post: 6598538" data-attributes="member: 20323">The floating spellbook, lit by the flickering orange glow emanating from the portals to Torch, watches the stream of refugees and villainy pour into the city. Somewhere in the back of his vellum mind was a flicker of a memory. His Three Dire Predictions. Had this been one of them? If only he could think clearly like a man! But he was no man, he was a book.Telepathically to Graydon:Might I suggest, oh Conjurer, that we retire to more suitable environs? Most of the scum filling the streets look like their first names are some combination of a grim adjective and another word for a shiv. I wouldn't be surprised if fiends are soon to follow - another reason for us to make like bariaur and get the hoof out of here. Unless, of course, you intend to fight fiends with glitterdust?Not that I wouldn't get a certain perverse satisfaction in seeing that...</blockquote>