Saaria heeded Gerald's advice, picking up the white dust in her palm and trying to ignite it. She gave up after a few moments. She could tell this stuff would need a lot more heat to ignite. What was it even? She opened her mouth to call out to Gerald, but accidentally breathed in some of the dust, sneezing instead.
  
  Down at the foot of the mound, a clawed hand picked Gerald up. A indigo eyed Taken was dusting him off, completely unaware he was sentient. The thing then attempted to smash Gerald against the wall, apparently intending to shaman him into smaller pieces. It grunted as it scraped Gerald across the hard stone wall.

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