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[b]"Mmmmm. Nice person, aintcha? Not many like that. Poor Old Torok, left alone."[/b] He suddenly looked up at the half-elf after miserating to the dirt. [b]"The house is not empty, no no no no. Not. Empty. I'm telling you now. It drinks ... the life from you, that he will do. Yes. Don't go there, nice person."[/b] Shaking his head, he started crying sadly. Then his head shot up to look Allan in the eye. [b]"The rats, mind you, they are here. They are here, as always. And they will be, too, for ever and ever. The rats, them. Together with the dead, for ever. And, you know, dear customer, the dead in the walls and the flags flying in the wind. All full of the dead. But the ravens, they flew west, do you believe that??? West! They have no business there, poor boy. They should stay away."[/b] He carefully leaned closer, with a conspiratory smile, and a quiet, snorted laugh. [b]"They will want this badly,"[/b] he showed Allan a key on a chain around his neck. [b]", oh, yes! Where the dead go. Or come from? I don't know, please don't hurt me!"[/b]


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I'd like a Senses check, please, to discern useful stuff in the raving.
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