[pnpgm] Dorhak

[Dorhak Red Wall]

The Wall changes into a glowing gray white and a area the size of 5x5 feet.
The form is almost like a door.

But in this case a slew of runes and writing forms.

You curse...and with good reason.

This we love more than life,
<something> more than death,
The rich want it,
The poor have it,
The Msomething> spends it,
And the <something> saves it?
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What is it?


dorhak looks over the writing and runes.  He hates riddles.  He concentrates on the middle part since it seems the most complete .  His first instinct is to say 'money' or 'gold', as the rich always want more.  But the poor certainly don’t have that.  Then he gets a stroke of inspiration.  Better to depend on ones wits rather than good looks.  Easier, too, especially when he doesn’t have any looks to speak highly of.


he looks back at the group and hopes they will all be alright.  Except for the human scum that brought them here, of course. He could, and should, revert to the fertilizer that he is.  Well, he also hopes that he will be alright too!


dorhak takes a big breath and lets it out, trying to relax.  He takes a breath and declares the word in Dvallin "Nothing".




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