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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dr Simon" data-source="post: 4552928" data-attributes="member: 21938">[SBLOCK=OOC]Not sure where I gave the impression that the door was locked or barred, must have been a typo.  The basement windows are tiny slits, one plank is enough to completely block them. Only Dj'hân would be able to fit through, at a squeeze, if somebody broke the planks off for him.[/SBLOCK]The room is dank and chilly, with the strong stink of the river. The centre of the room is taken up by a shallow, plank-walled pit, full of murky water to about 2 ft. from the top. Two narrow walkways, about 5 ft. wide, lead around the pit to east and west.Beyond the pit, to the right, a pile of junk with smaller pieces piled high on three wonky tables. A walled off area stands to the far left, the door ajar. Lurking partly concealed behind the doorframe is the architect of all your woes, a pinched and jaundiced old man by the name of Gaedran Lamm. Lamm looks sickly and drained, dressed only in shabby grey clothing and a wide-brimmed hat. He holds a loaded hand-crossbow.In the pit, splashing about, is a large and surly-looking alligator, as scarred and damaged as its owner. The fabled Gobbleguts revealed at last."Who in Hell are you?" Lamm demands in a rasping voice as Thorson charges in. Followed by "Edmond? Is that you, boy? You've sprouted. Still wetting the bed? Come back to work for me, eh?"He raises his crossbow and fires it at... Gobbleguts. The alligator bellows in pain and begins thrashing about in its pit, launching itself up the sides and snapping its jaws wildly."Or have you come to feed Gobbleguts at last?" adds Lamm. He gives a wheezing laugh.[SBLOCK=OOC]Initiative:Lamm 21Thorson 20Gobbleguts 16Edmond 11Lynn 9Dj'hân 8Go to it, folks![/SBLOCK]</blockquote>

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