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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 7388465" data-attributes="member: 6777052">"I think there might... be a party of 2d4 unarmed townsfolk approaching and they will want to speak to you. Urgently. It involves money.""Maybe they want us to start a restaurant?" wondered Toobids."Peut-être un bijou leather shop? Ve sellz ze 'ide bootz de oualking?" suggested Gucci hopefully. "Ve call it ze 'ides of March, non?"Alas, the joke was lost on Dawn who was more interested in finding an inn with a stables with a comfy hayloft. Nam-Draz'il chuckled politely but his mind was racing. He was considering what spells he could usefully cast right now before the townsfolk arrived. Nothing seemed very appropriate. But then, nothing ever did. He knew all these spells that seemed powerful, like Fly and Fireball and so on but somehow the opportunity to flourish them didn't seem to arise all that often. Then a thought struck him. He knew Detect Thoughts. He would try that on the approaching NPCs. But he would test it on himself, first, to make sure it worked. After all, he would know if what came back was accurate, wouldn't he?Tossing a copper piece in the air, Nam-Draz'il cast his spell, pulled out a small hand-mirror (Mirror, Steel, 5gp) so that he could see himself and thereby read his own thoughts. This was a mistake. His brain went something like this:mirror rorrim mirror rorrim mirror rorrimror ror ror ror ror rormmmmmbefore he fell down, clutching his head and screaming.ClaW was quick to rifle through Nam-Draz'il's pockets looking for a suitable antidote but, although he found many, many interesting things, none of them was an antidote to stupidity. He settled for muffling the wizard's screaming by pinching his mouth shut.Then the crowd of townsfolk arrived, just in time to witness the curious sight. Their leader, a man called Tim, spoke up ...</blockquote>

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