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"Fraus Sanene. Anyway, thanks for the help."

At this point, he remembered the pickaxe wound from a few moments before the group made their entrance. In his right hand, he dispelled the firebolt and replaced it with the close wounds. He charged it and thrust his hand upwards as the circle of light surged around him, the wound dissapeared.

"Okay, there was me, Gjak, her," he pointed at Beitild's corpse. "And Karl, who ran off after I hit him with one of my spells."