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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ulorian - Agent of Chaos" data-source="post: 2783711" data-attributes="member: 16668">Horsom cursed quietly but ferociously. The day wasn't starting on the right foot. He poked his finger through the charred hole a stray ember from the fireplace had burned through his breeches. As he slipped them on, still muttering, a preternatural rumble rolled through the cottage. He toed Glom awake. "If there are any beasties still down that tomb, your snoring would have kept them down there for fear of the asthmatic dragon standing guard above them." The goblin grumbled to himself and rolled over, burying his head under the sheets.Horsom broke his fast on some of the miller's stores and went out to check on the horses. While there, he refilled his quiver from the spares he had left tied to his saddle. Returning to the cottage, he collected his axe and everburning torch then waited for the others before removing his warning stone so that they could return to the tomb.</blockquote>