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[color=f14a83]Location:[/color] The Dungeon
[color=f14a83]Grimoire:[/color] Fae Magic
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Finley had stepped away from the wall when one of the new ones attempted to blow it up to no avail. They had little experience with such magic types and were a little intrigued. It lacked subtlety. If Jake had not already been shouting, their presence would certainly be marked now. Finley mentally made a note never to take the two of them hunting. They would be very bad at it. 

Finley’s tongue very slowly came out and licked at their upper lip. Saliva shone upon it, and they breathed through their mouth. Looking at Jake’s cheeks. The place that Jake claimed Franklin had placed the blood. No wonder the pair smelled so strongly of it. 


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[color=D8BFD8]Location:[/color] The Dungeon
[color=D8BFD8]Grimoire:[/color] Transmute Material
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Connie glared at Barty. She was tempted to flip him off, but she restrained herself. [color=D8BFD8] “It is as if I had the opportunity to before people started using exploding butterflies.”[/color] The venom in her voice was directed at Barty, and she didn’t want Cassie to think she was mad at her.

[color=D8BFD8] “Not that that wasn’t a valiant effort.”[/color] She added, directing that to Cassie. 

[color=f14a83] “Hmm, I thought it would be a trick of some sort. If it is just a wall...”[/color] Finley said, standing off to one side far enough that any potential debris from destruction would not hit them, but not so far that they too had to shout. Connie wondered if Jake had hearing damage from something. 

Connie placed her hand on the wall, slightly to the side of where Cassie had caused her butterfly to explode. She stood there for a moment, feeling her way through the stone. There didn’t seem to be anything under it all other than stone. With her fingers pressed against the stone, she considered her options. She could change the material or move it. If she had been able to isolate something other than stone, she would have moved the material around, freeing the foreign material. Since she hadn’t found anything unusual, she figured transmuting it would be the better plan. 

Connie slid her hand to the side, closer to where Finley had first indicated that the trail died. Then she pushed and pulled and reached through reality to reshape it around her desires. There was a delightful sensation that washed through her. It always did when she did this. And the stone shifted, it became paper. It wasn’t a large section of it, only about five feet by five feet, but likely it would be enough for them to continue their quest.