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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gray Shade" data-source="post: 2666620" data-attributes="member: 32340">The Grig's Description of Black KeepAs Dongle poured wine into the cup, the creature motioned its hands palms up, saying, "Yes, yes!  I'm small, but mostly stomach.  You won't drown me."Once it had the cup in its hands and had taken a few large (relative to the Grig's size) quaffs, it smacked and licked greedily at its lips.  It smacked its lips again and literally waited to feel the wine's effects before smacking its purpled lips together one more time and leaning in close to continue to whisper.“This is the good wine.  Now you hear about Keep.  I go there six moons ago.  Seems to me that no one is there for long, long time, so I go in looking for pretty shinies.  Above ground, I find nothing but entrance to underground levels, through damaged door, once was secret.  There is nothing else above ground but stone husks of giant rooms, empty.  Old kitchen: empty; barracks: empty; armory: empty.  All empty so I go down many stairs on other side of used-to-be-secret-door, flying and invisible.  I don’t trust those stairs, see markings near bottom-magic markings—they are affected.  At bottom there is suspicious floor-there is trap.  Also at bottom of stairs there is immense chamber, all dark.  Hard even for me to see.  If not invisible and silent, guard would have killed me.”  He stood to bob his head up and down quickly.  “Yes, yes!  Guard--a roper in darkness-listening so hard I can hear him listening.  Waiting to SNATCH! me up!”“But I was invisible, and silent, yes.  Very sneaky-like.  I made my way down the chamber past the guard until I could see the far side, and there I see a little one, like me, but unnatural—not Fey.  He had a machine in the wall, and was running metal ropes, very thin, under stones in floor and through the doorway out and down the hallway on the far side of that door.  He is little and spots me when I get too close.  He feels my wings as I looked through the doorway.  Down the hall I see furniture, very nice.  Very large and heavy and I see magic going on.  But I am seen by the little one, whose bat wings beat leathery at the air and he comes after me, so I runs.  I flies super-fast back out, past guard and up stairs and out.  Little one does not follow after I leave Keep.”  At this, the Grig turned his attention back to his wine glass and seemed to forget that he was having a whispered conversation at all.</blockquote>

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