Artur Hawkwing
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Marcus blinks at the sound and shivers a little.
Oh, man. That doesn't sound good.
He watches the floating lights move to that side of the room. Sighing he eases past the caster and walks cautiously to the most likely candidate for the sound, in his mind, and he leans over, ear not quite on the lid, listening. As he does so, he eyes the worn stone box for any remaining markings.
Oh, man. That doesn't sound good.
He watches the floating lights move to that side of the room. Sighing he eases past the caster and walks cautiously to the most likely candidate for the sound, in his mind, and he leans over, ear not quite on the lid, listening. As he does so, he eyes the worn stone box for any remaining markings.
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