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Good Job Jett letting his eyes adjust to the gloomy interior Kaz'erthimon looks around and then pulls a copper common from a small pouch on his belt, muttering a quick incantation the coin begins to glow softly, not unlike a torch, the glow illuminated the dilapidated building making it a simple matter for everyone to see inside.
[ 06-04-2002, 10:56 AM: Message edited by: Morgeruat ]
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