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Time passes.
The cloud cover darkens and the rain remains steady.
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"Olo! What do you see?"
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No response.
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"Olo! Stop messing around!!"
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Your muscles tremble and the limbs of your bow creak under your continued draw.
The steady rain becomes sleet. The dim light wanes, as does your confidence in Olo's continuation.
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I poke my head inside to get a better look.
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The freezing sleet collects on the tops of the pews and the pulpit beyond.
Olo fell behind the first pew.
Up there on the right about 20 feet...
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And, he is not moving?
I look left and right without going inside.
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To repeat: You cannot see Olo. He fell behind the 1st pew which is 20ft. away on your right. He may be moving. You cannot see. He is not responding to your calls.
Nothing other than the scattered, torn books and papers lie to the left or right of you.
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"Get up Olo!!!!"
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Olo's voice - if there even is one - could never be heard over the steady chunking din of the heavy sleet against the rotted floor...
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Are some of the timbers dry of the church?
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It's been raining for a week.
Not in this room.
Remember the ceiling has collapsed here.
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I pull out my tinderbox and torch! Light the chapel on fire...
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After several attempts you manage to get your torch lit. But the charcoal timbers just will not catch in this terrible sleeting.
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I dose the inside and walls (without going in) with oil. Then light it
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Clothes, 2 Pouches, 2 Daggers, Short Bow & Quivar 20 arrows
18 uncirculated platinum coins, each stamped with the familiar image of Xathoqqua.
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You search your belongings in vain.
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It was inside Olo's pack which he left on the ground next to me.
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You look around in vain. You have misremembered. It was you who put down your bow to help him push against the door. His pack must still be on his back, up there inside the church 20 ft ahead on the right, out of your sightline..,..