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Kynnen 73/85
The whistling through the air could be nothing other than magic missles, the drow thought, and soon his suspicions were proven when the missles pommeled him int he back. He did not stop runing tho. He ran as fast and as har as he could, jumping from this tree stump to that root, sometimes missing, but never falling. He ran until he was sure noone was behind him, and then ran some more. When he got tired, he tried to find out in what direction he was actually running, but the morning sun made his vision so blurry that he couldn't even make out in what direction a shadow was spreading, and he couldn't bare to look at the sun behind him. It was most likely northwards, but he couldn't be sure. Walking on, he noticed that the swamp trees around him opened into a swampy kind of a clearing, with some stones sticking out. At first he thought nothing of it, the stones could just be resting on tree roots and trunks below, but then he saw something that resembled a building, made of stone. He hurried to it, and probed for a door with his hands. He found the handle, an old wooden thing with iron bolts to hold it. He pressed on it, the door opened and the darkness inside greeted him.
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