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... h, in a dungeon, is never the noise you want to start your day with.
It wasn't evil chanting. No blood. No sacrifice. Just five kobolds gathered in a semi-circle around the flame pit, mumbling what sounded like a bedtime story and passing a gourd of soup like it was divine nectar.
I stared.
They didn't stop.
One of them noticed me, paused, and whispered, "Sovereign's Breath protect you."
I turned around and went back into the tarp shelter.
Quickton ...
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