You don't notice anything that the others don't notice, but as you approach you don't realize you've been watched this entire time. Stepping out from the darkness and into the light you see a skeletal figure across the ruined hall. He was at least a good sixty feet away, with glowing red eyes. He raised a rusted, broken looking blade towards the group and roared something in a profane language that not even Pylia knew before the blade turned into a bright crimson flame and a swarm of bats flew out towards the party.

ROLL INITIATIVE!

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Shortfang (20/20)
Sylvia (14/15)
Pylia (16/17)



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