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Mitro sipped on the coffee offered to him by ReGiN. *Strange aroma* he thought to himself as
he sniffed the burning vampire legs. The thief,
Mitro, stared across the battlefield. *Dragons,
vampires, and bears. Oh my!* he chuckled to himself.
"I should be able to get some good loot out of this place." he mumbled to nobody in particular.
(I wondered when Memnoch was gonna notice this.)
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