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After a few minutes of explanation the group is eager to press on, but Valenzio is still pondering the Herm/Perm conundrum...
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| Hmm... So, if there was no Perm, who in Tymora's name was... | |
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| Valenzio! Snap out of it lad! There be some cantankerous looking storm clouds loomin' 'bove us. They could open up at any... | |
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Dungeon Master: "The mist and drizzle give way to a heavy downpour. Lightning arcs through the sky and thunder shakes the earth" *hint hint*
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| Hmm... What kind of Kelemvorite goes flapping around with chicken wings anyway? | |
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| Valenzio, lets pick up the pace. | |
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| Hmm... Seems Chicken Shitbag doesn't want to get his feathers wet. Oooh I like that one! | |
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| Umm, Valenzio... That was out loud. | |
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