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Wow this place is LIT!
Narrhil nearly collapses from the successive magic output.
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[lol, and every monster in the region will know where to come! ]
Once his epic task is complete, Narrhil staggers down the now lit cellar stairs and makes his way back to the domed chamber. He examine Tillak and says a word of thanks to the great worm guarding the portal.
He has to consider what to do next. He ponders the pin, he found in the ceiling. It might be the key or part of it... Once he has partaken of food from the magic bowl and rested, he will start afresh again.
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The worm remains docile.
Tillak seems like a limp lifeless doll.
The bowl fills again and after the porridge is consumed, Narrhil sleeps.
Immeasurable time passes and he awakens, nothing seemingly changed in his surrounds.
[NARRHIL +HD]