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Message: <blockquote data-quote="serow" data-source="post: 4826070" data-attributes="member: 50591">Ter-raen sits quietly by the now dead fire, looking at the now-dead fire, wondering about the events of the past few days. He holds on to a little brush of leaves that Apikotoa gave him, not sure why, but it feels comfortable to hold it. The urn has proved to be nothing but near impossible to find thus far, even if they haven't exactly covered the entire house yet. Perhaps it was all a fake, a story, bait to lure unsuspecting wanderers to get eaten by the house of ill omen? Ter-raen is not very sure. But two things he is sure of: he won't back down just yet; and somehow, little bit by bit, he's starting to get the hang of what his companions are doing with all those magical gibberish. His own meditation cum reflection manages to drown out the rest of the world for a period of time, until the dwarf's words finally manage to register. "Is he okay," he asks, looking at Karm.  [sblock=ooc]Druid spells prepared, in the theme of light and unintrusive, the simple stuff that can be credited to luck for now:0 - Guidance, Guidance, Resistance1 - Calm Animals, Jump[/sblock]</blockquote>