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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Nordom" data-source="post: 9095812" data-attributes="member: 7038274">Grim's guarded response seemed to resonate with the human, who gave her a gruff nod of approval. It was as if he recognized a kindred spirit in her cautious approach, an acknowledgment of the need for prudence in this unfamiliar and treacherous setting.With a hint of grudging respect: "Fair enough, no need for secrets among potential allies." His voice held a rough edge.His gaze shifted, briefly to Izek "This town's rotting from within," he continued, his voice lowered as if divulging classified information. "There's a sickness that's taken hold, a darkness that's twisting everything it touches."His attention headed over about 100 feet to one side of the alcove entrance, towards where the thri-kreen headed, his brown eyes flashed with  a glint of urgency. "Those cleansers—they're hell-bent on stopping the spread, even if their methods are... extreme. Burning out the plague, they say. It might be the only way to prevent the whole town from slipping into the abyss again."His unstable compatriot stared unsettlingly at Izek and Grim- presumably for signs of infection.Though Izek, Grim, and Kachilk'cha were within eyeshot of each other, the other encounter unfolding was too far out of sight.=====Orris rose higher, his levitation carrying him aloft as he maneuvered into a position just above the building. From this vantage point, he could observe the scene unfolding below with an unobtrusive eye.The hunched figures came into view - five thugs.. or perhaps guards surrounding one that was not like the others. At the center stood a man bedecked in fine blue robes, the fabric shimmering with an otherworldly sheen that caught the feeble light of the smoldering surroundings. His stance exuded an air of studied elegance, his poise suggesting a man accustomed to the grandeur of arcane power.Orris's trained eye noted the intricate sigils woven into the fabric. The way the man's fingers idly traced patterns in the air hinted at a depth of magical knowledge that went beyond mere rote spells. The arcane energy seemed to thrum around him, a visible aura of power that danced in delicate tendrils. The man's haughty voice cut through the air, laced with equal parts amusement and disdain. "Look, I did not just fall into a portal to be insulted by a group of cretins with terrible fashion sense." His tone tinged with a touch of arrogance that seemed almost fitting for a wizard of his stature.As for the five thugs surrounding him, their brutish demeanor contrasted starkly with his refined presence. One of them, a burly human figure with a sneer etched onto his scarred face, stepped forward, pretending to respond to one of the others: "Eviscerate the fancy-boy, you say?" he growled, his voice dripping with menace. "I'd be happy to oblige."The wizard's response was nothing short of remarkable—instead of cowering or faltering, he met the threat with an unflappable nonchalance. "Oh, please," he drawled, a condescending smile curving his lips. "I've seen more intimidating appetizers at a garden party."</blockquote>

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