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[color=298e25]"Quit jabbing at me,"[/color] Rohan groused, waving at the magpies perched on him. [color=298e25]"I never said you were [i]lying.[/i] We should... Hm, someone ought to know he's dead. He's probably been missed already, and I wouldn't rule out the chance he knew better than to come down here."[/color] Some people weren't able to get this deep into the dungeons to begin with, they would just lose their way before. [color=298e25]"Small chance something got in, cut him up and left him here, but these magpies got in somehow. If they can, something bigger, something [i]smarter[/i] could."[/color]

Rohan was very interested in knowing what happened, like Barty. [color=298e25]"Awfully clean cut, probably wasn't an animal. Yeah, I want to know what did this. I don't see much in here except our magic. Seems like our cue to go back upstairs."[/color] Who would be the best person to talk to about this? Marino was unhinged, Croan was liable to give a negative number of fucks about a dead student, he didn't know enough about Mikhail that he'd even trust the guy with this. And there was no way Rohan would be getting ahold of someone like the big man in the red cape himself.

Maybe someone responsible for the security of the pocket dimension they were in. Since [i]clearly[/i] something was amiss.