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There is a sudden cry over the bar. The voice is harsh, evil, otherworldly, hatred incarnate, as if a demon of the nether planes had descended into the bar and unleashed the fury of it's voice. "I KILL! I KILL ALL!"
All the patrons of the bar leap up, weapons drawn, ready to fight in an instant, searching for the threat.
All that can be found is a giggling sword - and deep within, the soul of a contented, laughing mage. And a very angry, very embarrassed Paladin.
"Um... sorry."
Tancred
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