| The lone haffer trudged across the path, looking for something.
"Com' un Gooch!" cried the gnome to the human standing in shadows. "Thi' haffar's got sumfin' 'bout him. Don' be'r so shure." muttered Gooch to his partner, La. "Com' un! Wha'rs the mattah wiv ya? Its just a haffar's!" La muttered.
The two stepped out onto the road and Yllidan wheeled. His Halfling Staff came into view. He DID have something about him. An aura of command perhaps, he looked fierce indeed as he stood. Gooch walked camly at him and was brought to his knees in revelation as a Daze spell knocked him to his knees. La charged, his mace held high. A bolt of frost, icy cold, hit La in the stomach, followed closely by missles of energy.
La fell to the ground, dead. Gooch followed soon enough, his skull cracked open by a Haffer's Staff.
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Yllidan stepped into the Green Griffon inn, he soon became the point of suspicion. How did haffer's ever become sorcerers? A dazed looking elf, no HALFelf, sat dranking glass after glass. The bartender was nowhere in sight. The patrons were removed from the half-elf, who seemed to be ignoring a drunk sitting next to him. Yllidan looked about and saw several figures approaching the door. He looked for a spot to hide and watch and found it under the table near the stairs.
He had no doubt of his abilities as a sorcerer but he won't use his powers unless he himself is brought into the fight.
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"We thank God, the all powerful and all forgiving, for putting death at the end of life and not in the beginning..."
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