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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ahayford" data-source="post: 5884048" data-attributes="member: 6680745">As Herik works the lock, Firvinianna selects a few patches and tears them from the silken viel. Each patch Firvinianna pulls from the veil writhes and twists as before, followed by the tell tale pop. A large 50 foot coil of rope, a potion vial, and two sacks appear at her feet. Peering inside the sacks, Firvinianna finds one hundred gold coins of the realm (crowns), and a smaller sack containing odd bits and bobs that might be useful material components for spell casting.Just as the Firvinianna finishes rummaging around in the component pouch for a few minutes, Herik gives a little yelp of victory. The heavy door yields to the lock picks and swings open.Grumblejack lurches his way out of his cell. His injuries appear to be more than just superficial. The ogre must have put up a hell of a fight before he was thrown in the dungeon.The brute listens to Firvinianna’s pleas, cocking his head to one side. Grumblejack’s slow,  gravelly laughter echoes on the stone walls. You must think Grumblejack is so week, I’ll do anything to save my hide.He bares his crooked teeth, and punctuates his sentences by poking Firvinianna in the chest with one, meaty finger.Grumblejack doesn’t take orders from little elf girls and their pets.For an ogre, he seems unusually intelligent and downright eloquent. Maybe he’d have to be to have avoided capture so long.</blockquote>