We must tread carefully, Windy. Or in your case, hover and float carefully. Who knows what lies up ahead. I have come to distrust things that emit a glow in the dark because they are surrounded by pools of radiant light that have no source or end.

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Let us approach with great care and caution. My keen senses as an adventurer are tingling. Or I might be hungry, hard to tell at this juncture.

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Nope. Absolutely not. I will not open that chest. This is clearly a trap. That swirling pool of mist will extricate the life right out of us and cast us aside as desiccated husks. That is not a chest to be tampered with. I knew this was would be fraught with peril. I should have listened to the warnings of all the skeletons we crushed while trying to get in here.

More brilliant musings about my adventures in New Britannia

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