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Within moments the agile Salogel is back on his elven feet, and speakswith a voice filled with hatred, venom and your common evil. Yet, somewhere, he sounds kind of nice and reasonable too.
"So you like taunting those of evil alignment, do you? Tread carefully, or you may spend your final days in agony and terror."
Without looking back, he extends his hand, a single silver ring set with a ruby catching one of the fading sun's final rays, and sends forth a modest bolt of energy. The tree melts instantly and in mere seconds a puddle of liquid wood surrounds Neb's feet.
Not bothering to check if he hit anything, Salogel moves to another hill to meditate.
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