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It smells like wood, but a bouquet you don't recognize easily.
[NARRHIL roll d12]
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Unknown.
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Uncertain of the cause of the smell, Narrhil is forced to continue his search, he awaits Kéet's and Tillak's opinions.
[BTW: Eakratz is on holiday at present]
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While Narrhil ponders his companions' lackadaisical actions, he performs a deep search of the domed chamber for secret passageways and finds none.
He lies within the depressed stone lift but it doesn't move.
He cannot find a source of the smell or see any wisps of actual smoke in the dome.
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"Perhaps we still need a form of key to activate portal?" Narrhil was perplexed.
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Narrhil sees nowhere to put a key.
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"The witch said the priest had the key, now perhaps the sorcerer has taken it, so he can come and go, how does she expect us to enter the portal without a key, there must be another hidden in these parts, if not lost for eternity in the Abyss?" queries the cryomancer. "Perhaps we can only wait for the portal to open and rush through, or ambush the sorcerer, but he must be too powerful for us, or he would have been vanquished by now!"