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Vincent Pathfinder 98/98
Looking at Larry and the quickly departing Arcades, Vincent reaches down to his girdle and starts feeling around at some of the small bumps on it. Finding the one he was looking for he smiled and stuck his hand inside a pocket that should not have been able to hold his hand. Pulling out a small silky looking bad he looked at Larry again." Unless you happen to remember if this little trinket is trapped I have something that can help in detecting if it has been magically set in place so to speak. From a quick observation I see nothing that looks like a normal trap.Either way, from waht the golden fellow say's we best hurry"
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