[color=fff200]"Another victory! The only acceptable result for honorable adventurers."[/color] Marcelin said in absolute self-satisfaction, rummaging inside his satchel to produce the piece of parchment he had been scribbling on. For a few moments, his attention was fully dedicated to the task; rapid and dexterous scratches could be heard as the tip of the quill slid against the textured surface.

After a bit, however, the task came to a sharp stop. The storyteller's gaze changed, becoming more critical, and his eyes moved left and right, reviewing what he had just written. [color=fff200]"Mmmm... not quite, not quite. It will certainly flow better after the first edits."[/color] He said so to himself before walking over the barricades and peeking behind them for anything amiss or interesting.

[color=fff200]"Once more, we encountered the undead! I would not be surprised if an ancient lich were expecting us."[/color] This time he directed himself at both Samuel and Clarisse. [color=fff200]"Do any of you, per chance, know holy magic or miracles?"[/color] He looked at them, tilting his head sideways slightly.