"HOW DARE YOU TURN YOUR BACK ON ME, THOUGH SALMON-SKINNED CRETINS! PREPARE TO DIE!"

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R1T27: Veress, instantly sensing hostility, roars in readiness for his mistress' commands.

R1T25: Sersheelda snarls and moves to a better vantage point. "No ken ass-piss. Doogar killies fam. Die, now!" she shouts before casting a spell and sending forth a mote of flame at the duergar but it goes wildly up into the canopy before guttering out, though she still has a mote of flame resting in her palm still.

R1T22: Book, this took a strange turn. What do you do?