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His behavior, and the language he spoke, was disconcerting with the image he presented. He seemed to be muttering absolute nonsense, as though speaking a made up language. And while that may leave him seeming harmless, one could not help but remember the item he acquired from the golem, the fang of a creature, almost as long as a broadsword, that he called a "baby Tooth"
that anything could have a tooth that large and still be considered an infant was concerning to be sure, but why would a seemingly daft old man have such an item represent his abilities?
He inhaled with a cool breeze, taking in the fresh Terran air flowing in from the mountains beyond. Never the least, he had work to do — onwards, into the deep.
"What was that?!" He chirped to the others from where he had safely perched. It seemed he was stuck in bat-form for now. His chirps were translatable by any babelfish or magic-touched individual. Otherwise making out the words would be difficult. Not impossible, though.
Casren watched Dorant study the walls. They were indeed covered with all sorts of inscriptions. Imagery larger than life.
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