To the Death.
Dawn broke, as is its wont, and a slight movement awoke him from sleep. He opened his eyes a fraction. After a moment of squinting he saw the voluptuous shape of Mistral doing something near the pile of his clothing. Narg coughed once and she leapt back guiltily, dropping the Pouch of Gigantic holding as she did so. She grinned. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.” “What’s that in your hand?” “Oh this!” She held up a gold necklace with a large green gem set into it which, after some thought, Narg recognized as the one he’d picked up off the body in the woods. “Isn’t that mine?” he asked. “Be careful with this. I had a similar one. It summons some sort of creature, a type of golem I think, which is almost unkillable. It was masquerading as one of my party when I left to seek
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