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Stepping gingerly along the passage, Mistral discovers that the ground is now smoother - in fact, marble-like - and she listens to her footsteps echoing down the hallway. The corridor extends for another twenty feet before it comes to a bend. As she runs her fingers along the walls, she halts as they come across a fist-sized hole. Reaching in carefully with her left hand, she pulls out a ring ~ "Look, a ring of cold resistance! I've read somewhere that these are rare... they grant 100% resistance to all damage caused by cold elements." ~ The ring winks in the soft yellow light ~ "You should have this, Larry." ~ She hands it to him ~ "I've a feeling we'll be needing this somewhere along this hunt." ~
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