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Detheriel
Watching Telryn place his torch, Detheriel realised what he was trying to do. He quickly rummaged in his pack, but the sinking feeling in his stomach as he searched reminded him that he had forgotten to replace the last one when it burnt down.
He looked up at Telryn apologetically. "Well, I can light your torch" he offered. "But if we need eight torches to reveal any magic doorway then I fear we are out of luck" he thought aloud.
Turning away he spat on the floor near the star, uneasily clutching the shaft of his bow tighter at the thought of whatever foul magic could hide an exit.
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