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The unmistakable scent of the grave permeates Mui's nostrils and beckons him from his dream. Enraged at being woken from such happy images, he drew his longsword and looked around for the source. Not too far away he saw a floating orb with many eyes coming out from the center and immediately recognized it as an undead beholder. Finally, all his years of training would come to help him in a dire moment. He shouted a warning to the others in case they were still asleep, then got on a branch running behind the beholder.
OOC: my racial enemy is beholder, btw.
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