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Dameon shrugs at being alone and starts to move downs halls. He engages every drow that engages him, which is everyone, and systematically cuts them down. He turns into a room to see shadow stuffing riches from a chest into his pack.
Dameon calls from the door so as not to get impaled by shadow "Need a little help? I could probably lift the thing if you give me some?" Dameon looks at shadow inquireingly
OOC-is inquireingly even a word?
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\"Find\'em hot Leave\'em Wet!\" Fires of course. The Creed of Firefighters
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