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Rolled 9 (1d20)
<span class="mu-s">Result</span>
Reason with the mongrelman: <span class="mu-s">22</span>
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"Okay, okay," he says, a whisper. "Pipe down. If you let me drink and play in peace... do whatever you have to do and then get out of here."
"Of course," you say, matching his volume, and giving him a smirk.
You creep into the room... just a quick look here, then you'll move on. The only thing that really sticks out in this room is the table, which looks horrifyingly like it contains a body underneath a draped sheet. Is it worth checking? It couldn't be your sister...
While the drunk two-headed mongrelman is distracted, you quickly peek under the sheet.
Beneath the shroud lies a sight that makes your stomach turn. Chopped-up body parts, all of them taken from cold, gray, lifeless women, all of them waiting to be stitched together into something horrid.
Rolled
>Aranuel - DC 5 Constitution Saving Throw (+0)
(cont.)
