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"Ouch..." groaned Fizban as he tried to raise himself off the floor of the guild hall, supporting himself against the wall. He opened his eyes, blinking slowly, realizing that his head felt like he drank a fireball potion. Fizban slowly patted himself over, making sure that all his belongings were still in the correct places.

"I need food," mumbled Fizban, getting up and tripping on the uneven floor boards, accidentally busting one of his spell-vials when he got back up. Suddenly a large amount of non-toxic smoke, enough to fill the entire guild hall, began appearing out of nowhere.

"At least it wasn't the fire ball. That would have sucked." said Fizban, plopping himself down on what seemed like a very soft bench. The bench must have been encrusted in metal, because it was cold and smooth.

*What a squishy bench.* thought Fizban.