A snow dusted forest giving way to spring.
Small flakes of white float through your field of vision here and there.
Reaching up as high as the eye can see looms the awesome presence of a living
totem. Hovering eerily here is a frost hag, emanating a pale silver glow.
Albion, the First of the Crones is here, bent over her cauldron. A mature oak
tree stands proudly here.
You see exits leading north and southeast.
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The smell of wildflowers wafts past your nose.
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Narsrim, riding a wiccan broom, arrives from the southeast.
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Albion, the First of the Crones brings her hands together in a violent clapping
motion directed at Narsrim, who promptly doubles over, clutching at his throat
and fighting for air.
Narsrim has been slain by Albion, the First of the Crones.
Narsrim drops the corpse of a hammerhead shark.
Narsrim drops the corpse of a hammerhead shark.
Narsrim drops the corpse of a hammerhead shark.
Narsrim drops the corpse of a hammerhead shark.
Narsrim drops the corpse of a hammerhead shark.
Narsrim drops the corpse of a hammerhead shark.
Narsrim drops the corpse of a hammerhead shark.
Narsrim drops the corpse of a hammerhead shark.
Narsrim drops the corpse of a hammerhead shark.
Narsrim drops the corpse of a hammerhead shark.
Narsrim drops the corpse of a hammerhead shark.
Narsrim drops the corpse of a hammerhead shark.
Narsrim drops the corpse of a hammerhead shark.
Narsrim drops a calamus root.
Narsrim drops a wormwood stem.
Narsrim drops some golden sovereigns onto the ground.
A ghostly form rises from Narsrim's body followed by a bright flash. A new
breathing body appears around the form, restoring him from certain death.
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Narsrim suddenly scoops up the corpse of a hammerhead shark.
3186h, 4824m, 4356e, 10p exk-ct ignore that, albion seems upset

(Serenwilde): You say, "Ignore that, albion seems upset."
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(Serenguard): Xanders says, "Aye, a crushin' critical hit on a chicken. Yup,
quite timely."

With a heavy overhand stroke, Drago slams an exquisitely crafted draconic broadsword
down upon you, but his swing hits your powerful aura and rebounds back into himself.
Drago hacks through his neck like it's butter, and his head goes flying through the
air.
Drago's severed head lands on the ground with a thud and rolls around like a top.
Himself has been slain by Drago.

You tell Archmage Aiakon d'Murani, "Are pentitents yours, Archmage?"
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Aiakon tells you, "Nay."
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Aiakon tells you, "But I can take responsibility for them if necessary."
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You tell Archmage Aiakon d'Murani, "Lazurus?"
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Aiakon tells you, "A problem?"
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You tell Archmage Aiakon d'Murani, "Slew Kroi on the highway for no apparant
reason?"
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Aiakon tells you, "Sod."
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Aiakon tells you, "Kroi = novice?"
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You tell Archmage Aiakon d'Murani, "Off novicehood as of a day ago."
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You tell Archmage Aiakon d'Murani, "Literally."
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Aiakon tells you, "Ffs."
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Aiakon tells you, "I mean.. I see, Your highness."

You quickly toss a silver coloured cat to a glowing hummingbird of light, who
catches it nimbly.

how in the world?!