I do. [There is a faint tug and a spark of sickly red light to their right. He turns his head.
A headstone that looks elegant with whorls of wind and fire carved into it. He spots his name on it. Before the grave a signet ring lays before what is without a doubt a small version of a coat of arms, a fiery bird set within a shield.
He slows and stares. Then he takes a breath, shakes his head, and keeps walking.] I don’t trust any of this. With how many mind games this place seems to play. I doubt any of us are dead.
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A headstone that looks elegant with whorls of wind and fire carved into it. He spots his name on it. Before the grave a signet ring lays before what is without a doubt a small version of a coat of arms, a fiery bird set within a shield.
He slows and stares. Then he takes a breath, shakes his head, and keeps walking.] I don’t trust any of this. With how many mind games this place seems to play. I doubt any of us are dead.