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Sounds he couldn't quite discern filled the silence of the room. | Sounds he couldn't quite discern filled the silence of the room. | ||
"I hate to break it to you, sister," he said. "You and your [[Acolyte]] buddies'll have to pass on this one." | "I hate to break it to you, sister," he said. "You and your [[Acolytes of Nezarec|Acolyte]] buddies'll have to pass on this one." | ||
The candles lit spontaneously, and Drifter felt the hair on his neck stand. The fire's warmth danced far enough for him to spot a simple, robe-like garment that kept the woman's face hidden. It shifted as she stepped closer. | The candles lit spontaneously, and Drifter felt the hair on his neck stand. The fire's warmth danced far enough for him to spot a simple, robe-like garment that kept the woman's face hidden. It shifted as she stepped closer. |