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Shadowheart sneaks forward, snaking her hand toward the scroll.

*CLANG*

*DINGDINGDINGDING*

Shadowheart stares wide-eyed as she looks at the metal bowl she just knocked over rolling on the ground, Arron staring at the bowl as well.

*D-D-D-D-D-DING*

The bowl’s roll turns small, until it stops moving.

When it does, the dwarven man looks up at Shadowheart, hand stretched out toward the scroll, eyes widen and her face a little pale before turning a bright red.