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(Ahhh! Not again, so soon! Who are you? Put me down? Im getting dizzy.)


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(Come closer. I dont bite or anything.)

-  ! ! !
(Crawling death! Help! Help!)
 
-      ? !
(Have you seen the carpet in this place? Disgusting!)
 
-  !!!  ,   ?
(Its so high, I hope you can fly!)

-  ! 
(This place stinks.)

-    !   
(My nose itches!)

-  ?
(Why me?)

-      ? 
(Got any dried frog?)


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(Thats better! Youre not a party guest, are you, thief! So, out looking for some goods, are we? You know, I could probably help you some.  But I think you must help me a bit more first.  I suppose you noticed.  Im feeling a bit disconnected? Anyway, I would really love to be reunited with my limbs.  Help me and Ill help you.  Take the remains of my body to the Observatory and place them in the circle of red stone.  Then, well see what I can do.  Seek them now.  Bring with you the Summoners Stone.  Listen for the sound of my voice echoing from the past. Go! 
Fire endure, water drenches my sides, rats nibble at my toes, fire licks my fingers, wind whistles 
on my chest.  It sleeps now.  Pray it never wakes!)