Jabidas materialises in the corner and looks around noting the large pools of blood congealing on the floor, somebody should clean them up, they might leave a stain or something, I dunno.
The elf takes a long drink from and chuckles as an arm flys through the air landing near him spraying the table with gore, well Im going back to the negative material plane now, Ill be back when we haave a campaign again.
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