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Entrance to the Inner Sanctum
The black stone of this small landing glistens in the non-light of this
dark domain. Swirling clouds of mist obscure much of the view. The air is
damp and cold, and heavy with the scent of death and something else. A path
leading north is barely discernible.
A yuan-ti elite guard slithers into view, its weapons in hand and moving.
A dwarven citizen is resting here.
A dwarven citizen is resting here.
A dwarven citizen is resting here.
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