| Yllidan smiled at Ambron's cosy house. This was something he would have liked to get once he settles down. Yllidan gingerly flexed his shoulder and was amazed that the pain was gone.
Looking around him, he saw two heavilly upholstered chairs, one for Ambron and one for his guests, right up against the wall, facing a hearth. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Yllidan foolishly jumped once, twice, hoisted himself up against the seat of the chair and pulled himself up.
His feet dangled.
With a sigh, he began his nightly meditations, about magic, about anything.
Magic...? There was a magical presence here, not him.
He could feel it.
Outer-planar, yes.
And something else, more sinister.
Dark.
Dank.
Deadly.
Jumping from the chair, he began scrying. Beginning in the actual house, there was nothing, save him. Extending his range beyond to the outside, he felt something.
Opening the door (which was almost too high for him) Yllidan ran out, to a surprised Ambron.
"Something's are here..."
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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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