((Conversation between two guards and spread around so the gist becomes well known around town))

- Dat Dipnit fella?

- Yeah.. Three elven mages died, one of them permanently, she was too close to the blast, there was very little to recover...

- A blasted powder keg! Sumone snuck raight in past de elf mages an' used up a keg ta rip the door right off its hinges! Can ya believe that?

- What is there not to believe? The jail is in shambles, even Bubba escaped. Not one cell is in working condition. Even working overnight there will be a good week that no one will have a place to be put if transgressing.

- It was de last straw though. First, us regular guards ain't enough so dey begin recruiting mages, but now not even mages kin prevent dose infernal shadow dancers from sneakin' right in.

- Well, from what I hear the instant Dipnit is caught he is to be hanged and then a cleric will make sure his soul cannot return to his body.

- An' ah bloody good riddance it is too!!

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Navira WindRacer - Proud owner of the '1001 Uses For Fairy Dust' book and carrier of a Cleveage Of Holding.
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