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Aramion smiles gently... he stares at the arrow which, as if at his command, flies to his hand. He focuses his green eyes directly at Dagorion, and speaks again in a voice that seems to echo through everyone's minds...
"Do you know what I am, dwarf? I will tell you... I am a highly trained psionicist. I can send you across the room, or read your deepest secrets from your skull, at a mere whim. I am also a grey elf. You are a dwarf" he sneers on the last word "you can do nothing to resist me. You will stop degrading my furniture with your contact, lest I leave you regretting it and not remembering why..."
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