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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Leif" data-source="post: 5641609" data-attributes="member: 48762">Underdark-Quest :The Vault of Larin KarrManny's, Tylara's, and Fran's watches all pass uneventfully - they end as monotonous and boring as they began.  Francheska moves back into a more sheltered place after waking Simeon to stand the next watch, and relaxes as much as she can on the soft, cushy rocks, padded by less than an inch of fluffy lichen.Simeon paces a bit and then takes a seat on a boulder of approximately the proper height for a chair.  Then he hears a faint voice speaking UnderCommon* --[sblock=UnderCommon]"Psst, hey, orc.  You not Crushed Skull tribe, eh?  You not belong here, do you? Hehehe, need to get past safe?  Secure?  Quick?  I show, I show! I take!"  The voice comes from a few yards ahead in the direction the group was travelling, and it comes from a little fellow standing 3 feet tall with pale blue skin and bulging white eyes.  The four fingers of his right hand are wrapped around the haft of a large club that ends in an iron hook.[/sblock]*Simeon speaks UnderCommon as a bonus language, if I didn't tell you before.</blockquote>