[center][h3]Zarif[/h3][/center]
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[indent][indent] A job well done, or perhaps not. Just as he began to put down his bow, he spotted something. Though the bulk of the fell-beasties lay defeated at their feet, out of the corner of his eye, Zarif could see one last creature turn the corner down the hall. 

[b]Zarif:[/b] [i]"Hail, Ma-keen! Be careful, another lays in wait ahead!"[/i] 
He shouts, pointing at the corner the Yeek had just rounded.

Not one to leave a job unfinished, Zarif kicked Salador into action, flying down the crumbling ancient hallway in a few bounds, bow drawn and at the ready. He stops right in front of the barred door. Hearing the withered voice, he looks into the room from Salador's back.

[b]Zarif:[/b] [i]"I know you not, but its seems to be your lucky day friend. Who... ah I see. You're one of Shůlaar's band, aren't you?"[/i] 
He exclaims, giving a smile before glancing at the corner, getting ready for an attack.

[center][sub][i]Zarif rides 10 tiles to 13-11, right in front of the door[/i][/sub][/center][/indent][/indent]

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