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by waysoftheearth » Sat Oct 05, 2013 12:06 am
Armando pads into the now filling room d6 his sharp eyes snapping here and there...
The poor, dead nun has her arms folded in front of her, as if in prayer. Her slight form has withered as the flesh dries leaving her simple robes over-voluminous on her frame. Armando immediately spies that she is sitting upon her feet (in a pair of worn cloth slippers), and that she clasps something close to her breast... almost completely hidden among the robes. A sheaf of paper, is it?
[f=32]
Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]