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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shadowfane" data-source="post: 1362349" data-attributes="member: 13330">As the door slams shut and the sinister susurrations brush them, Dark goes very still. That wind  (breath?); is it her? The Rynnish sorcerer listens to his comrades’ vitriolic banter, and realises they are just filling the empty spaces, where their fear lurks and creeps. Dark knows these places, he has dwelt there long.“Aye, fat burns good Gunmistress, but gristle cracks and blackens, and smells baaaad!” Dark nods at his own words and moves further into the passage after the others. He is more aware of them now, perhaps they are real after all, not just shadows come to mock him. They seem…nice, in their way. Stooping to the gobber, Dark whispers “Keep your brights peeled gobber-friend, evil swarms like bloat-flies ‘bout a corpse, and the breath between then and now is a short one. We’ll need what warning you might give, earth friend.”</blockquote>