[ wow, it didn't even hear you fuckers. they make it inside and rafael leads them slowly down the hall. a door is wide open into the bedroom, where a figure stands over a sleeping elf. it is covered almost entirely in clothing, swathed around its mouth, a rapier in its hand. in its other hand is... a sack. raf lowers his weapon at it, and says (intimidate 19): ]
Don't move.
[ it looks up slowly, its unremarkable eyes staring at them through the darkness, but it doesn't make a move. ]
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Don't move.
[ it looks up slowly, its unremarkable eyes staring at them through the darkness, but it doesn't make a move. ]