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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gray Shade" data-source="post: 2669112" data-attributes="member: 32340">The Grig blinked its heavy eyelids in deep thought and then played with its lips.  "Well, there's a tunnel that goes straight down through the stubby building where the tower used to be.  Once, when I went back to the Keep after the time I just told you about, I went down there, and--Ah! There you are!" he said to the wineskin, suddenly noticing it still on the horse's saddle and managed to suck down a couple guzzles before my master grabbed it away.  Wiping his mouth, the creature continued uninsulted, "Excuse me.  Where . . . ? Yes.  The tunnel went straight down to a shop with a lot of Giant tools and jars and powders, but the little one was down there, too.  He seemed to have a nest in one of the cabinets, and he was sleeping in it.  Exhausted from sorting parchment--he had many, many piles.  I flew past him, invisible" here the Sprite turned himself invisible "of course, which was all fine until I opened the door and flew through.  On the far side the air itself past the thresh-hold burned at my skin and eyes, and I was forced to run again.  Never to go back.  I have heard," he became visible again and leaned in close to whisper but didn't lower his voice, "that the dark Orc, Maurak'Gunar, now resides in that Keep.  One is best advised to avoid it if for no other reason than that."  The Grig stood up straight and nodded conspiratorially while slowly gyrating to keep his balance.About this time, I regained my senses, and, coming-to in the awkward position of being held down by animated weeds, I was quick to mention my predicament to my master.  The horses too were rousing, and the Grig, with a wave of the hand, dispelled the magic of the weeds, and I was able, with a hand from my employer, to stand.  I quickly brushed dirt from myself, and whipped out my Rod of Butlery to clean myself.  I ran it over my head and my hair slicked back, once over my waistcoat and those grass stains on my shoulder were gone.  I felt better about the whole endevour immediately.The Grig eyed my suspiciously. “Bugbear.”  He stated simply.</blockquote>

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