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He draws a long, bright red sword, the light shifting and wavering around it. "No idea, but if it attacks, then it dies." He spins the strange blade, motes of red light, like drops of blood dripping off the edge. "So many dead.......it seems unreal. How did such a small group cause so much death? How powerful were these adventurers?" He frowns, kneeling beside another corpse, and feeling it. "Still warm. He must have died recently."