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now looks like dungeon bait!'
'How could you do this, you dottering old fool! Did you sleep every day while in wizardry school!?' With the excitement now over, the father settled down, upon the nearest table, his head he did pound.
Suddenly,
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a dark robed figure entered into the grog joint, and at the old mage a withered finger he did point. Then with a flash of yellow, the mage disappeared, Everyone dove for cover, for spellcasters they now feared.
With an incantation shouted by the figure in
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