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Message: <blockquote data-quote="hbarsquared" data-source="post: 2481662" data-attributes="member: 4550">Kenneth"I hear the color of blood will match perfectly with that green cloak you wear. Apparently it is all the rave these days, Kenneth"Kenneth raises his head to Owen.  "Really?" he asks, incredulously.  "No, I don't think so, Owen."He examines the blade again.  "You're probably thinking of that mahogany red.  This definitely will not do."  With a sigh, and not realizing that Owen has already begun inching into the wolf chamber, he kneels next to one of the wolves and carefully wipes his blade on the fur coat.  Some streaks of drying blood remain and Kenneth keeps the sword readied, always several inches from any part of his clothing.Bent on one knee, Kenneth watches the ray of light from the small opening in the rubble slide back and forth across the uneven cavern floor as Owen and Majakilar crawl their way back.  When Owen lifts the lantern from his pack, Kenneth approaches with one hand held out."Amazing," he says, letting his fingers play across the intricate glasswork.  "I wonder if this was crafted by the same ancient peoples as the other device we saw."OOC - Bardic Knowledge +4, Knowledge (arcana/history/local) +7.</blockquote>