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Putting his hands to his back, Rhazor feels for his scimtars. "Ahh, there they are. I'm glad they didn't get lost up there with those damned Wizards." He pulls out two scimtars, one with a flame of fire, fierce red, elegant orange, and passionate yellow cover the whole blade of the golden scimtar. The second with a flame of frost, deep blue, and stary white cover the silver scimtar. Realizing he has his weapons IN the bar, Rhazor goes and checks them in. When he is turning his weapons in, he realizes something strange, his hands are covered with silver fur..
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