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POETRY

 

As you enter the cavern, a small brook running down one side of the cavern sings almost musically, soothing and refreshing you. There are various scrolls stacked neatly in a small pile on a large desk, and a large stuffed chair sits in front of the desk. The large dragon beckons to the chair "Sit down and feel free to browse my library of poems, but do not take any of them, for I have toiled long on them, and it would make me most displeased for you to violate my trust."

 

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