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[h2][color=00aeef][i][b]Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=00aeef]Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 05[/color][/b][/i]
[color=00aeef][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 40 / 40 [color=00aeef][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 16 [color=00aeef][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Coach House Basement
[color=00aeef][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Opening Door
[color=00aeef][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] silently "I Told You So"-ing
[color=00aeef][i][b]Ki:[/b][/i][/color] 3/5

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BlackBerry raised his eye ridges at Daxos. [color=00aeef]"Ah. I see."[/color] He lied, not understanding the mans explanation at all.

Was there perhaps another lock in the door frame as well? As he had already said, such things were beyond him. Despite this BlackBerry watched Daxos work with intrigue and glad for Kosaras light so that none of the details were missed.

[color=00aeef]"I shall admit Master Urmdurus was my suspicion also."[/color] BlackBerry said between a fit of sneezes and then added from behind the handkerchief. [color=00aeef]"I simply thought it rude to assume however."[/color]

While Daxos worked his craft on the door BlackBerry allowed Victorias reassurance to assuage at least a small portion of his worries. He had to agree that it would be unlikely that any magic would have had enough time to build up in the same way as before, and he nodded agreeing to Lady Kathryn that if Victoria, their resident magic specialist, felt it safe than who was he to argue otherwise?

[color=00aeef]"Ah marvelously done, good sir."[/color] He said once Daxos had completed his work and the cloud of dust settled. [color=00aeef]"Here, please allow me to pull the door outwards for i do worry for it to fall in upon something that may be of some import."[/color]

Two tendrils of unburning fire stretched out from his shoulders and then, BlackBerry stepping to the door, slipped into the cracks between the wall and door frame where no flesh and blood limb could fit. He grasped the door handle and pulled. The door frame shifted towards him barely an inch, the left fiery limb flared into the material world and pulled the frame forward on that side. The motion was repeated on the right, and then left again, then right, then left. Inch by inch the door frame was marched reluctantly towards them all throwing up small clouds of grit and dust with each grinding movement. Finally, with a small gasp of fresh air hitting stale, the door frame popped out of tunnel.

BlackBerry suddenly felt a whole lot better; his nose unblocked, the headache vanished, and the chill that had settled on him from his outing finally left his bones.

This was followed just as suddenly by a loud booming voice began filling the room describing all the actions and horrified thoughts of poor Young Lizbeth.

BlackBerry locked eyes with Victoria and tried with all his might not to say four words.