| "Hello??"
Yllidan looked around once more. He was sure there was that strange man a minute ago. Suddenly he heard crashes and yells. He high-tailed back to the inn.
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He found it in near-shambles, and men were still fighting. The halfelf was swinging his blade, doing serious hurt to whoever got in his way. Suddenly, Yllidan was nailed near the wall by a loose arrow.
"That does it god damnit!"
The archer who was lining up his next shot was hurled against the wall by several Magic Missles causing several deep cracks in the oak. The missles were soon followed by flame, then by numbing cold.
Yllidan ran to where the archer lay groaning and cracked his head in with his staff. Twice. For good measure.
He looked about and aimed for the man in fine black robes.
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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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