Hey guys, I thought I'd stick my head back in for a second and check on the status of that web spell.
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"Looks clear this way." Anang says coming back on silent feet. "Something about this place is... stirring... things I'd rather keep tightly controlled. I am afraid I may become a danger to you all. It may be nothing, but after what happened at the soldier's camp, I would rather be safe than sorry. I will look around on my own and mark anything of interest that I find with this." He opens a small earthenware jar and dips his fingers in it, then wipes them on the wall leaving a pale green streak that smells faintly of wildflowers. "Good hunting." he says, and slips down the hall toward the lift.
Does this include Anang?
Anang, never one to relax much, slips to the end of the hallway to look around while the group collects itself and benefits from Gilian's ministrations. "See to everyone else first. I'll keep a look out."
Ragnar, what is Anang doing? Breathing a sigh of relief?
"His skin resists our blades!" Anang cries in anger and surprise as Ragnar's massive sword crashes down ineffectually. Calling on decades of knowledge bourn of fighting demons in the darkest jungle, the Danisil knows what must be done. "We must rely on magic!" Knowing his own weapons will be all but useless, he instead concentrates on helping his companions. "Duncan, hit him again!"
With the grappling bodies clear, the dark elf rushes to face the Librarian and lashes out with his strange elven blades.
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