I need a bath.
Standing here in the cave of a basement, looking at some of my old, lost possession scattered on the floor amid the mold and death, I realize that my companions had the good grace not to react to him calling me "my love". I'm ever so grateful for that. When the town hears of this though, they may not be so understanding...


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Wait? I've been inside a phylactery for the better part of a day? INSIDE!!!!!?????

I have to get out of here. I can't imagine what this is doing to my skin. I knew there was a reason I didn't like that black mold.

But before I go... surely this lich left something worth the taking? If you know what I mean... and I think you do.