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[It didn't take long for Sandrath to be wandering the halls of the Keep after scanning through the journals. Somehow, the lifeless pumpkins suddenly gained the ability to speak. They called out to him with various tones as he passed by, glancing at each carved structure. If it was true, one of these vegetables had his face on it or perhaps someone he knew.
At the end of the hallway, he found what he was looking for.
He stared down at the staked pumpkin with a scowl. It was laughing maniacally ever so often as it murmured secrets. Things that Sandrath would rather not have other people hear. He could have burned it or perhaps sliced it up with a weapon, but no, he decided to take the simplest of approaches...
He lifted the vegetable off its pike and his expression changed to a cruel grin as the pumpkin started to scream in agony. He did not flinch when it started to 'bleed' and continued to hold it until it fell quiet.]
So that's how I sound like if I screamed.
[He was silent for a moment, considering a thought.]
...If I die, will I go out like this?
At the end of the hallway, he found what he was looking for.
He stared down at the staked pumpkin with a scowl. It was laughing maniacally ever so often as it murmured secrets. Things that Sandrath would rather not have other people hear. He could have burned it or perhaps sliced it up with a weapon, but no, he decided to take the simplest of approaches...
He lifted the vegetable off its pike and his expression changed to a cruel grin as the pumpkin started to scream in agony. He did not flinch when it started to 'bleed' and continued to hold it until it fell quiet.]
So that's how I sound like if I screamed.
[He was silent for a moment, considering a thought.]
...If I die, will I go out like this?
