[Ms.
Black Mage is currently making her way around town, nose almost buried in a book, so it's a wonder she's not bumping into anything.
And then...]
Stop right there, you thief!
[A random thief pushes by her and she looks up. Rolls her eyes. And raises her staff.]
A silver rod strikes the five-fingered stone bed- Gritz.
[White lights in the
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