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Message: <blockquote data-quote="s@squ@tch" data-source="post: 3845939" data-attributes="member: 42885">Lenuran of LortmillsThe gnome looks somewhat shellshocked, as he was brought to deaths door and back within mere moments.Looking on with some disinterest at the dwarf skinning the blue wyrm's corpse, his eyes lose their focus and his mind beings to wander."This was supposed to be something of a fact finding mission, Lenuran, and all you've found is battle and death.  Where will this end?" He continues to ponder his future for what seems like minutes, but finds himself snapped back to reality by the clerics call to arms -- was there something else coming from the south hallway?After it is deemed that the encounter is truly over, Lenuran mentions aloud,"Well done my friends.  You all were able to take that dragon down incredibly quick this time around -- well done.""On the morrow, I need to go shopping for a ranged instrument of some kind, either a bow or crossbow, so that I can help out in the heat of battle -- I might be able to score a lucky hit once in a while, instead of sit back and spin yarns and such.""But I still cannot wait to warm my old bones in front of Ostler's enormous hearth and peruse this here journal and other notes that we've gathered from this vile place."</blockquote>