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[Black Mage is busy hiding caltrops in the leaves when something comes flying out of the bushes and barrels the frail mage over. When Sparks comes out to witness the aftermath, he finds a smelly little man muttering, crumpled in his robes.]

Murder...gonna...murder...stab...

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