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Scurrying into the hole, the party enters it and closes the door softly just a swooping movement heads for the bushes directly in front of it.
Groping in the dark, the companions feel a gush of wind once again blowing towards them. There is a faint musty smell, and save for the occasional eerie moans of the wind, there is complete silence.
"Does someone have a light?" ~ Sorsha's gentle voice floats around.
"Well, I don't."... "don't... don't... don't..." ~ Grimacing, Eliza realises in contrast, her louder response is echoing all over whatever it is that they are in.
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